This is another personal one, and I will just let this one speak for itself.
Spoiled Rotten
It's harder now to see
The beauty in defeat
I know it's not so bad
Losing all that I had
Someday I'll see a light
That just may be tonight
Why do the blue birds sing
After the storm destroyed their home
Why do the church bells ring
If God's left them alone
Why does the sunlight stand for hope
When grey skies stand before
Why am I still discontent
If I got what I've always wanted
This is not what I wanted
I am spoiled and I have rotten
It's not the end I know
Just how the story goes
A white picket fence outside
A cold prison gate by night
The eyes of the beholder are gold
We listen to what we're told
Chorus
This house is a house and nothing more
This body I've been given isn't worth the gore
My pain and sorrow walked out that door long ago
I don't know anything anymore
If we got all that we wanted
Would we ever want anymore
If we got all that we dreamed of
What should we be happy for
If we got everything that we needed
Why should we ask for more
Chorus
I am spoiled and I have rotten
I've been blessed I had forgotten
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Made with Love
PoetryWhy yes, this album was made with love. It may have also been lust, sadness, and nothing, but you could call it what you want to. This is my most personal work yet and I'm very proud of it. I'd be lying if Taylor Swift had nothing to do with this pr...
