(here’s another one I did last week, will come back and edit them next week, which would you like to see made into songs?)
The say every man must have a shed,
To contemplate his every choice,
They say every man will be a preacher,
Only when he finds his voice.
I was screaming like an infant,
And you ignored me the most,
As you were staring right through me,
I knew then I was your ghost,
So I set fire to my shed then,
And on the roof I was hoist,
But you never look twice,
And you never heard my voice,
And I was screaming like a French girl,
Getting oh so close,
But you were staring right through me,
I knew then I was your ghost,
And in my humbling reflection,
I think next time I’ll be coy,
All my screaming all for nothing,
And now I have no voice.
(Source: davegerardmusic.com)
