Living in her mother's attic was the greatest of mistakes,
For she shares her bed with corpses of the dreams her father breaks.
She wanders through the streets without a shoelace to her shoe,
And she sees a crumpled paper and it makes her think of you.
She's so lonely (just a girl without a clue)
She's wants only (only wants to be with you)
She's the face (in the window of the train)
She's the shadow (that follows in the lane)
She's a little bit misguided but she means well when she does
All those things that make you wonder what that funny feeling was.
But every single morning when the rain comes pouring down
She is waiting in the phone booth, but she doesn't make a sound.
She's so lonely (she's the girl without a name)
She is only (only she is still the same)
Never mind the rags, the tatters of a broken childhood.
Look into the eyes of sadness and behold the hidden good.
She will love you like an angel; she'll protect you like a friend.
She will follow you to death's door and be with to you the end.
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That's excellent.
omg that is so good ! Seriously.. wish I could write dat good :p
Thank you guys. I was listening to Queen when I decided to write that.
I really like it. :)
very good!! talented chick:)
wow you are very talented
excellent....very impressive !
Very nice i like it :)
Aw thanks Nathan and everyone!
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]Queenleaf wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Living in her mother's attic was the greatest of mistakes,
For she shares her bed with corpses of the dreams her father breaks.
She wanders through the streets without a shoelace to her shoe,
And she sees a crumpled paper and it makes her think of you.
She's so lonely (just a girl without a clue)
She's wants only (only wants to be with you)
She's the face (in the window of the train)
She's the shadow (that follows in the lane)
She's a little bit misguided but she means well when she does
All those things that make you wonder what that funny feeling was.
But every single morning when the rain comes pouring down
She is waiting in the phone booth, but she doesn't make a sound.
She's so lonely (she's the girl without a name)
She is only (only she is still the same)
Never mind the rags, the tatters of a broken childhood.
Look into the eyes of sadness and behold the hidden good.
She will love you like an angel; she'll protect you like a friend.
She will follow you to death's door and be with to you the end.[/QUOTE]
Now you should record it to see if it actually fits. During the recording process, things change.
For she shares her bed with corpses of the dreams her father breaks.
She wanders through the streets without a shoelace to her shoe,
And she sees a crumpled paper and it makes her think of you.
She's so lonely (just a girl without a clue)
She's wants only (only wants to be with you)
She's the face (in the window of the train)
She's the shadow (that follows in the lane)
She's a little bit misguided but she means well when she does
All those things that make you wonder what that funny feeling was.
But every single morning when the rain comes pouring down
She is waiting in the phone booth, but she doesn't make a sound.
She's so lonely (she's the girl without a name)
She is only (only she is still the same)
Never mind the rags, the tatters of a broken childhood.
Look into the eyes of sadness and behold the hidden good.
She will love you like an angel; she'll protect you like a friend.
She will follow you to death's door and be with to you the end.[/QUOTE]
Now you should record it to see if it actually fits. During the recording process, things change.
Hehe I don't record. Funny I should say that because I'm going to be recording in about 3 hours but that's stupid church music and I'm playing violin. Songs are just for fun you know?
I wish you would get online darling I miss you.
très bon