#1
C4C of course.

A pessimistic view of optimism

Did you want me to tongue-taste your bitterness?
I thought it would be like licking caramel off a spoon,
in fact, it was old coffee that sprung into mind,
left from last night, discriminated for its weakness.

I'm just trying to live inside a fantasy,
the ones I made up back in nursury,
just getting past; nothing's good enough,
when you're asking for too much.

What I conjured up was the hope that 'this is it',
too much emphasis on the opportunity shot me down,
when optimism corrupts your soul, 'cause it fails you,
my life just leads me to believe God doesn't exist.

I'm just trying to live inside a fantasy,
the ones I made up back in nursury,
just getting past; nothing's good enough,
when you're asking for too much.

It's just the looks, it shows you don't understand me,
now I have to be withdrawn just to allow time to pass,
if I'm always second place why don't you leave me out?
I'm always doused in nectar running with velcro feet.
Last edited by StrumThatFender at Sep 8, 2011,
#2
I quite like it, I'm just trying figure out which type of music this is for. Is it metal or punk of some kind? Keep on writing!
Now I'm walking the empty solemn streets
Casting down the shadows of my defeat
You look at me as if I'm throwing my life away
Well I'll tell you now, I'm not a fucking hyperbole.

Honey