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{February 14, 2010}   Untitled

That’s the name of this song cause I never came up with a name for it, still haven’t to this day.

I wrote this first as a poem somewhere around the age of 9 or 10, I believe, I even sent it in to a poem contest and got it published. Over the years, I added to it and edited it a little and turned it into a song. I actually have a music cd that has me singing it at the end. This is the only song I have ever written that I felt was remotely any good so I am posting it here. There was very little changed over the years and it still surprises me to this day that when I was THAT young, I came up with lyrics that I didn’t even understand then but I do now.

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Feelings, emotions, down deep in my soul,

Explode like a bottle, tearing a hole,

In my has been heart, taking a part of it with you.

(Chorus)

When do you learn you can never?

Get the feeling back that was severed?

It’s strike three of this game,

So just pretend you never came.

Verse 2

You’ll never know the pain I feel,

You’ll never know this endless ordeal,

All you do is sit there and cause,

While my life is put on pause,

I’m asking you…..

(Repeat chorus)

When do you learn you can never?

Get the feeling back that was severed?

It’s strike three of this game,

So just pretend you never came.

(Ending)

It’s too late to feel the same,

So just pretend you never came.

(Only part I changed of the first verse and chorus was “too late to feel the same” to strike three of this game” and then I added verse 2 when I was a little older….everything else was completely as I wrote it originally)



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