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This is something I've been working on since I wrote part I to this song (the one in the link) because lyrics are all about telling a story for me.

Anyway this piece is rather depressing, and links on from Part I. There may be a Part III later on in time, but it hasn't happened yet so I can't write lyrics for it .

Cold Coffee and Porridge for Breakfast Part I

If you fancy, Part I may be worth a read as well, it might help you understand this piece a bit better, I don't know...although to be fair the two pieces are nothing alike really and could probably be called something else entirely.

Cold Coffee and Porridge for Breakfast part II

Find myself looking from the outside in
To be in there with the crowd seems to be the ultimate no-win
Their screams and tears echo from every corner, in every key
The bright lights and reflective jackets, vicars and pirates, standing in front of me

Shouts of pride through the drunken slurs swallowed up by the night
Same as any other time, they aggravate this dull life
Two cans upon the bookcase, no one ever reads them
Smokey haze through neon lights, policemen swarm, a doctor rushes by

Sitting under the bright lights wishing I was miles away from here
Impossible solutions float in and out one ear
A broken clock, a burning bush, maybe one too many signs
*How long before it hits me? I thought she’d fallen from the sky*

A flat line and the sound of static, come together in her eyes
Two uneven forces, but the outcome means the same
Drooped heads and tear stained faces look at me with sympathy
Is it everyone or is it just me who don’t know what to say?

Sitting under the bright lights wishing I was miles away from here
Impossible predicaments float in and out my ear
A broken clock, a burning bush, maybe one too many signs
*How long before it hits me? I thought she’d fallen from the sky*

Cold coffee and porridge for breakfast, after hours staring it down
Broken bottles of standing milk falling back to the ground
I wish that you were here; you make the night feel shorter somehow
Rather than the numbness in my feet; I would be listening to the sound
Of your cries and the patter of tiny feet on the kitchen floor
But it’s just the silence that comes when you were just learning to crawl

Sitting under the bright lights wishing I was miles away from here
Solutions that shouldn’t present themselves float in and out my ear
A broken clock, a burning bush, maybe one too many signs
*How long before it hits me? I thought she’d fallen from the sky*

BTW the starred line, at the end of the chorus I'm not too happy with...If you read and think of a better way of wording please by all means suggest it.

Cheers and if you leave the name of your piece of work I'll have a look at it, if you'd like a crit