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Poetry set to music, with sections of repetitiveness
Written by: Tiphareth Chesed, Iliana Lucoster, Social Distortion
Date: Tuesday, December 17th, 2002
Addressed to: Everyone
Okay, this is going to sound like utter crap to most of you. I've been
having spaztic OOC guy problems lately, so I wrote this song for a
friend's band to perform. It's a "punk" song, meant to be sung to punk
rock music (give me a break, I've been listening to Good Charlotte for
like, a week straight). It sounds really good with music, but not so
good without. So bear with me. (And don't steal this--it's copyrighted!)
"Something More You Want to Say"
What is it inside, that makes you stay
Makes you turn around and then, makes you want to run away
What is it inside, that makes you deny
It makes you afraid, makes you want to hide
Everytime I see you turn and walk away
There always looks like there's something you want to say
Something in your eyes
It makes me realize
There's more than what you're telling me
Something inside of you disagrees
Did you do it because you wanted to?
Or did you feel like you needed to?
Why is it that everytime you look my way
There's always something more you want to say
What is it inside, that makes you so withdrawn
Makes you wear that mask that you so often put on
What is it inside, that makes you turn away from me
Pretending you don't know what it's doing to me
Everytime I see you pass me by
There's a look in your eyes that I just can't deny
Something in your words
I know I should have heard
There's more than what you're telling me
More than what you'll let me see
Are you doing it because you want to?
Or do the words just escape you?
Everytime you look my way
I know there's something more you want to say
Something in your eyes
Maybe I should have realized
There's more to what you want to say
Something I wish you'd tell me today
Something in your smile
Even if it's taking you a while
I know someday you'll find a way
But for now just turn and walk away
Did you do it because you wanted to?
Or was there simply nothing else to do?
You still keep looking my way
As if there's something more you want to say
Penned by my hand on the 20th of Daedalan, in the year 323 AF.
Poetry set to music, with sections of repetitiveness
Written by: Tiphareth Chesed, Iliana Lucoster, Social Distortion
Date: Tuesday, December 17th, 2002
Addressed to: Everyone
Okay, this is going to sound like utter crap to most of you. I've been
having spaztic OOC guy problems lately, so I wrote this song for a
friend's band to perform. It's a "punk" song, meant to be sung to punk
rock music (give me a break, I've been listening to Good Charlotte for
like, a week straight). It sounds really good with music, but not so
good without. So bear with me. (And don't steal this--it's copyrighted!)
"Something More You Want to Say"
What is it inside, that makes you stay
Makes you turn around and then, makes you want to run away
What is it inside, that makes you deny
It makes you afraid, makes you want to hide
Everytime I see you turn and walk away
There always looks like there's something you want to say
Something in your eyes
It makes me realize
There's more than what you're telling me
Something inside of you disagrees
Did you do it because you wanted to?
Or did you feel like you needed to?
Why is it that everytime you look my way
There's always something more you want to say
What is it inside, that makes you so withdrawn
Makes you wear that mask that you so often put on
What is it inside, that makes you turn away from me
Pretending you don't know what it's doing to me
Everytime I see you pass me by
There's a look in your eyes that I just can't deny
Something in your words
I know I should have heard
There's more than what you're telling me
More than what you'll let me see
Are you doing it because you want to?
Or do the words just escape you?
Everytime you look my way
I know there's something more you want to say
Something in your eyes
Maybe I should have realized
There's more to what you want to say
Something I wish you'd tell me today
Something in your smile
Even if it's taking you a while
I know someday you'll find a way
But for now just turn and walk away
Did you do it because you wanted to?
Or was there simply nothing else to do?
You still keep looking my way
As if there's something more you want to say
Penned by my hand on the 20th of Daedalan, in the year 323 AF.