This is the first ever song I've written, don't knock it haha. It took me about 13 minutes to write and the music took me about 4 so I know it's not perfect. This story is true. Tt's about my girlfriends ex who is tragically no longer here, who has left me unexplainable notes which rather freaked me out. She was treated worse than anyone I've ever heard about. But now the girl she was with is mine and we're engaged haha, who knew. I've never been haunted by anyone nicer. Her name was Imogen and she was the most stunning girl, with a good sense of humour. She was bullied and her girl was the only one who kept her here for that long. I plan on setting up a charity in her name, for kids and teenagers.
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She remembers every day, and I hope you will too,
That pretty baby gee, that just wasn't meant for you,
Growing up so close, her alugh caused your smile,
You were 6 years old and friends for a while
Until she kissed your lips.
You were soul mates and eventually you boh came to grips,
And the gold you wanted from the world could be found in her hair,
You wanted to look after her, give her love and care,
She was beautiful, stunning like and angel walking earth
You could see she was a model from the day of her birth,
Her smile was radient and her words were full of support,
Her life was shit and getting worse- nobody gave her a thought,
But reality is you never know what happens behind closed doors,
She's on the floor being treated like one of daddys whores
Hoping she was on a shore that she could sail away from.
Because the pain was too much.
You realised quickly what was happening to her and did your best to save her,
but at the age of 8 who really knows how the world works, so you gave her
some food and comfort, took her hand and promised you were a way out and god has a plan.
But even after years the bruises didn't fade, a slap or punch was always there,
With a glare she flicks her golden hair in despair of this burden to bare,
Now you're 11 and engaged because your worlds depend on eachother,
Now daddy's getting worse scared she'll end up in a hearse she calls her mother.
But she's too scared to help your poor baby gee,
Because you're pained to see she doesn't want to upset you with her life,
And without a doubt what scared you is she took to the knife.
Would you mind spending every day with me,
So I could love you and you love me llike baby gee,
You're my one, my everything so love me forever,
It hurts I know but it hurts less together,
I can't go a minute without holding you near,
Because nothing could go wrong with you so dear.
So baby gee is now 13, withdrawn quiet and barely seen inbetween,
she's only herself when she's with you her soul mate her fiance, her queen.
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Keep Us Fighting
Non-FictionJust the fist song I've ever tried to write. True story shocking and fairly sad. Just a forwarning.