A song I wrote for a school assignment.
piano
synthesizer
synth
catchy
quirky
humor
solo
dominic
linde
dominic linde
Story behind the song
A song I wrote for a school assignment.
Lyrics
Verse:
I tried to sink, but Ia€™d forgotten how;
I guess Ia€™ve never learned to drown.
Whether underwater or sifting from the ceiling,
I cana€™t get deep enough, though Ia€™m feeling down.
Pre-chorus (Dual voice, falsettoa€”one voice or both):
Ita€™s been a month since I have slept,
Overnight or eternally.
By the clock on the wall, awake, Ia€™ve been kept;
Ia€™ve lived a 720 hour day.
Chorus:
Breathing my air all my life,
Ia€™ve been trapped in a glass bell jar.
I just want to end my life,
But ita€™s just so goddamned hard.
I cana€™t get away from me,
Ia€™m always where I want to be;
I cana€™t get away from the things I have to say,
And I want some privacy.
Verse 2:
I tried some pills, at least fifty of them,
And I lay down in the basement hole.
Ia€™m just so ill, and the outlook is grim:
A mental hospital is to be my new home.
Pre-chorus:
I cana€™t read, and I cana€™t write,
Though poetrya€™s always kept me aground.
My mother has always proclaimed Ia€™m bright,
But I hate my mom [Punk guitar?]
Chorus:
Ia€™ve been breathing my air for all life;
Ia€™ve been trapped in a glass bell jar.
My breath has become dry and stale;
Ita€™s like breathing fumes from an exhausted car.
I cana€™t get away from my thoughts and feelings;
I just want this pain to stop [Music breaksa€”drum fill back in]
Every time I try to end the feelings,
Something has to go wrong.
Bridge/break [Minimalist music]:
Sometimes I resort to kneeling,
Asking to repent my suicidal sin.
I wonder if the church could take me in
And offer me a place as nun?
Verse 3:
I broke a mirror, broke thermometersa€”
Maybe mercury might mend my maladies.
I wish they had an idea of a€œwhata€™s wrong with her,a€
But thata€™s something wea€™ve yet to see.
Chorus:
Breathing my air all my life,
Ia€™ve been trapped in a glass bell jar.
I just want to end my life,
But ita€™s just so goddamned hard.
I cana€™t get away from me,
Ia€™m always where I want to be;
I cana€™t get away from the things I have to say,
And I want--