Blog of R'kik D'nec

I wrote a song. It sucks. Mom, don't let it get to you. Hopefully some of you will relate. After all, isn't that what music/art are really about? Making connections on some level of the human experience and feeling for a brief moment that you're not alone and someone else is going through the same things as you.

It's Friday night and I'm still home alone.
I'm even too scared to pick up the phone,
'Cause what good will it do me anyway?
These voices in my head are here to stay.

You're wrong. You suck.
You're a loser and you know it.
Don't even try
To make it 'cause you'll blow it.
I can't describe
How many ways you make me sick.
And I'm damn sure
No girl'll ever touch your dick.

Somebody stop these voices in my head!
Before they
Rip me apart with all the things they said
And I Con-
vince myself it's better if I'm dead.
Please tell me
How I can stop these voices in my head!

Am I worthless, is it true?
Maybe you will hate me too...
These voices fill me with such doubt
But I can never get them out!

You're wrong. You suck.
You're a loser and you know it.
Don't even try
To make it 'cause you'll blow it.
I can't describe
How many ways you make me sick.
And I'm damn sure
No girl'll ever touch your dick.

Somebody stop these voices in my head!
Before they
Rip me apart with all the things they said
And I Con-
vince myself it's better if I'm dead.
Please tell me
How I can stop these voices in my head!
Please tell me
Why can't I stop these voices in my head?

Current Mood: Take a wild guess...
Currently listening to: See above.
Last movie I saw: See previous post, I haven't watched anything new since then
One line review: See previous post.
On a scale of 0-5 sucks (0 being the best): See previous post.