#1
Shes the kind of girl, who changes with the seasons,
And hes the kind of boy who cant sleep without a fight,
And they are basing it all on the absence of reason,
Looking for the one way to make it feel right,

To find what you want in the eyes of another,
To give it all up cause you cant find the light
To keep on toying with this mental destruction,
Looking for the one way to just make it right,

(Ch) But you dont see what you want in yourself,
And you change all your colors, your patterns, your shapes
And its all just a big cry for help,
You want just one shot at the end of the day

Just one shot
Just one more attempt at this life

Run away from it all, Try to find your self cover,
When you cant see your hands in the middle of the night
And you try to keep running, but your heart is in treason
And you know in the end that it just wont feel right

(Ch) But you dont see what you want in yourself,
And you change your own colors, your patterns, your shapes
And its all just a big cry for help,
You want one more shot at the end of the day

Shes the kind of girl that changes with the seasons
And hes the kind of boy who cant sleep without a fight

this is my first post on here, but i am very interested to hear what people think
#2
I think this is really quite good, but there seems to be too many messages flying around in there that it's hard to see what it's about. Also in the 2nd chorus I'd take out the "own" in the 2nd line, it mucks up the repetition thing you had going in the first chorus.

If you have time could you crit my song, it's in my signiture.
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Last edited by mrf1shie at Jul 15, 2006,