-Dedicated to all the songs that kept me company while writing | Scribbles
-Dedicated to all the songs that kept me company while writing this-
[Opening Guitar]
Time is what truth wears when she's feeling a little modest. When she's a little tipsy on a date night. Best believe everything is getting stripped off by the end of the day.
[Saxophone Interlude]
And I don't know why I write when I don't have much to say. In a way it's my way of taking a deep breath to remind myself I'm still alive. And my heart hates me sometimes, says i separated him from his true love: silence.
[Selah]
I don't know why I write when I have nothing to say. I don't know why I write passively. I'm scared if i write myself it'd make everything that is happening to me real. And plus, The devil knows how to read.
[Ominous Violin]
A writer on a writer's block is trapped in his own silence. See silence scares me. That's when you start hearing things. The dinner table and my bedroom at 4 AM are the loudest places I never want to be in.
[Selah]
I believe time is the worst invention that the human species ever made. The expectations that come with the change of seasons is what crippled society. Living the winter in the summer days is what I'm taught to do. The fear of winter rain ruins the peace I find under the sun. Time is for the bright minds. I believe ignorance is bliss. And bliss demands a lot of stupidity.
[Flute interlude]
I get philosophical cause introspection scares me. I prefer a flashlight over a mirror any day. An essay over a poem. Music over silence.
Death doesn't scare me. But I'm terrified of how others would react to my passing. A stupid notion but it's true. I wish to attend at my own funeral.
[Drum solo]
Death doesn't scare me. I will be seen when I'm gone. Cause truth will strip away what she hid someday. You'll hear about me when I leave.
[Choir Crescendo]
But cheer up, chin up. My song's about to end... I think It'll get better. I'm not quite sure how but it usually does. I thought I had much more to say but you get it right... I had to breathe for a moment... And I don't know how to make you happy at the moment cause I'm unhappy myself. I can't tell where you're coming from... I don't know where I'm going as well. Pain is the darkness that persisted, it made you think you're blind but I'll be damned if I don't burn myself one last time to show you the light. It gets better. Just play the next song....
