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- 03.09.18
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Hey Leute!
Das hier ist mein noch nicht ganz vollendeter erster Songtext. Es geht im groĂen und ganzen um einen jungen Mann der Jedes Mal wenn er sich jemandem anvertraut oder sich in jemanden verliebt enttĂ€uscht wird.
Ich wĂŒrde mich freuen mal ein paar Meinungen und/oder VerbesserungsvorschlĂ€ge dafĂŒr zu bekommen.
Danke schon mal im Voraus
LG
BeJay
[verse 1]
Youâre the reason
I donât feel like my self anymore
Itâs the same reason
I Donât want to live my life anymore
I donât want to cry anymore
I feel my whole life like a whore
Every time I open up I get shot down
It gives me the feeling that my life is hell bound
And My life is hell now
All the pain you are suffering
Is the reason we broke up and
Come on shut up man
Iâm feeling dirty right now
Feeling useless
But my use is
Feeling you slip
Right through my fingers
Every time that me meet
Past month was the time to repeat
You opened up my heard
Made me feel special
You made me feel love
Now I hate you
No I donât hate you
But I thought this is a breakthrough
all the things youâve been through
I thought I knew you
But I didnât...
[verse 2]
Now itâs Starting over again
There is blood running
all over your hand
Give me a Chance
To Save you
Itâs because the things they do
Itâs hard sometimes
I know that
But please stop cutting yourself
Stop hurting yourself
And call me
Told you Iâll be there for you
When ever you feel lonely
Told you you were my live
You were the one And onely
But you left me behind
You Turned your back on me
But I wasnât ready to leave
And Now itâs Time to repeat
The old shape
Feeling the same old hate
Feeling the same old shame
Because I lost you again
And I thaugt this Time would be different
I thaught this Time you would Stay
And you Started turning around
And walked away
Now Iâm here on my one again
Iâm feeling so alone again
I wish I Could do drugs again
And make this Pain an end
Because I donât Want to Start
Living a Live without love again
[chorus]
They say time
Washes away the pain
Of a broken Love
.
.
.
.
Das hier ist mein noch nicht ganz vollendeter erster Songtext. Es geht im groĂen und ganzen um einen jungen Mann der Jedes Mal wenn er sich jemandem anvertraut oder sich in jemanden verliebt enttĂ€uscht wird.
Ich wĂŒrde mich freuen mal ein paar Meinungen und/oder VerbesserungsvorschlĂ€ge dafĂŒr zu bekommen.
Danke schon mal im Voraus
LG
BeJay
[verse 1]
Youâre the reason
I donât feel like my self anymore
Itâs the same reason
I Donât want to live my life anymore
I donât want to cry anymore
I feel my whole life like a whore
Every time I open up I get shot down
It gives me the feeling that my life is hell bound
And My life is hell now
All the pain you are suffering
Is the reason we broke up and
Come on shut up man
Iâm feeling dirty right now
Feeling useless
But my use is
Feeling you slip
Right through my fingers
Every time that me meet
Past month was the time to repeat
You opened up my heard
Made me feel special
You made me feel love
Now I hate you
No I donât hate you
But I thought this is a breakthrough
all the things youâve been through
I thought I knew you
But I didnât...
[verse 2]
Now itâs Starting over again
There is blood running
all over your hand
Give me a Chance
To Save you
Itâs because the things they do
Itâs hard sometimes
I know that
But please stop cutting yourself
Stop hurting yourself
And call me
Told you Iâll be there for you
When ever you feel lonely
Told you you were my live
You were the one And onely
But you left me behind
You Turned your back on me
But I wasnât ready to leave
And Now itâs Time to repeat
The old shape
Feeling the same old hate
Feeling the same old shame
Because I lost you again
And I thaugt this Time would be different
I thaught this Time you would Stay
And you Started turning around
And walked away
Now Iâm here on my one again
Iâm feeling so alone again
I wish I Could do drugs again
And make this Pain an end
Because I donât Want to Start
Living a Live without love again
[chorus]
They say time
Washes away the pain
Of a broken Love
.
.
.
.
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