"UGH I CANT FUCKING DO THIS ANYMORE!!!" I shouted throwing off all the papers on my desk. I let myself fall on the chair rubbing my eyes, letting out a sigh.
It's January 1, 2015 and I'm already incredibly stressed out, great way to start off the new year right? Sike. The label wants me to write better songs and go a different way with my music then what I'm doing. I honestly don't really mind the change in music just that they're making me write all the songs for a while. Normally I wouldn't have a problem with writing songs because ideas usually quick to me when I'm not being forced to.
I rarely get to see Lauren now. Which obviously sucks. After I finish the 3 songs I have to record them for my album, after the album I'm back on tour for who knows how long to promote it.
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"Dude you've been up here all day" Jason told me leaning against my bedroom door frame.
"Yea well I barely finished parallel and I still gotta finish everyday girl, and time wasting"
"Come let's go surfing, play soccer, walk Alaska, you just gotta get out. You've been stuck in your room for a like three weeks"
"Yea well I'm not leaving until these songs are finish"
"Dude I swear you're so stubborn is like you got a one track mind" when he said that my face lot up. "What?" Jason asked by my face expression.
"I got an idea just give me like....an hour and I'll take a break"
"Fine. 1 hour" he told me and closed the hour on his way out.
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"Need a beat, need a beat
Something to move my feet
Everything that you do sounds like
Records on repeat
And I try, and I try
But I can't feel a vibe
I don't want that, I don't want that
Never sleep, never sleep
I don't have any time
Cause I'd rather be free
Than stand in a line
So I break all the rules
And I stay out of mind
Cause you want that
You ask me why
I think you're always wrong
Or we don't get along
And why I like that song
Cause I got a one track
Yeah I got a one track mind
Do it my way-ay
Do it my way-ay-ay-ay
This is my way-ay
Cause I got a one track
Yeah I got a one track mind
When you speak, when you speak
It's the notes that I keep
I give up tryin' to see
What you're sayin' to me
And you think id'd be nice
If I took your advice
