a/n: storyline time! so this story is NOT REAL but i made up that this girl was in love with this player and then she finds out that he isn't the person she thought he was as the song develops! i thought it was a cool concept and considering i'm sick atm, i've had time to write a lil more so i thought i would do a song spam and post some songs i've been working on (p.s. some songs are absolutely terrible) but i hope you enjoy the song spam!! love you all ❤️❤️
once upon a time
we lived in hell
you were walking on a fine line whilst dusting your vinyl shelf
it's so easy pretending things are fine
and i went on the merry go round
hit me head hard as i fell to the ground
the thoughts of you there when i woke up
was just an imaginary thought
what is we could communicate
talk about our first date
kissing underneath the sun and
why did you have to be so reckless
hurting was a suggestion but it took two of us to take any part
in your head, you're a mess and i'm sorry
the long haul, reckless but yet careful driving
yet you seem to cause so much damage to the people you love
cause you will never be satisfied in us
i don't like to care
but the thought of you consumes the air in my lungs
and every time i glance in the mirror it's a lost love
and i tried so damn hard to impress your friends
you smiled at me when i smoked cocaine
and now it's a sign that you were just a bad influence
what if we could communicate
talk about our first date
pictures of the past all faded in black
you don't trust me with anyone other than yourself so why did you have to go home and leave me alone
i drove parked outside your house
hoping you were home, the thought of you shaking in my bones
but nothing is supposed to last forever...
i remember when i walked in
watched you slowly kissing
you don't know how much that hurt me
and if i slowly backed away you would hear me scream your name
cause i hate the thought of being alone
i don't even like opinions
but i want to kill her, she's so despicable and not like me
why do you always mess everything up with the damage you brought on yourself cause you don't know how to treat women
and i tried to grab my hand, stumbling in the kitchen
the stench of your breath was clearly visible
and normally i would like that but now i'm disgusted at the thought of you smashing a glass near my eyes
you were clearly a player but god i loved you
but maybe i lost a piece of myself and i can't resist the feeling that lives inside of me
chronic jealousy
what if we could communicate
maybe talk about our first date?
and i know that you don't feel the same
but the damage it haunts me
over and over again
