>she looked right through me
>and who could blame her
I've recently realized that depressing lyrics are bad for the listener's psyche. Like if you keep listening to a song about not being good enough then you'll eventually start finding evidence for that point since it's fresh in your mind. Some positive sentiment that I really like is "Reach for the sky" by Social Distortion.
>they say I've got brains but they ain't doin me no good, I wish they could
>And you even spoke to me and said
>"If you're so funny, then why are you on your own tonight?"
>"And if you're so clever, then why are you on your own tonight?"
>"If you're so very entertaining, why are you on your own tonight?"
>"If you're so very good looking, why do you sleep alone tonight?"
>Because tonight is just like any other night,
>That's why you're on your own tonight.
>With your triumphs and your charms
>While they're in each other's arms.
this is literally /r9k/ the song
>I want you to notice when I'm not around
>you're so fucking special
>I wish I were special
>I need a new me
>Plus some positive proof that I'm not just a goof! AND
>After today my brains gon' be snoozing
>No more pep rally to cuuut BLEH
>After today my ??? ??? ???
>I'm gonna siit on my buuujht
>I saw her laugh
>Then she said, "Go Away"
>I saw her laugh
>Then she said, then she said,
>"Go away, away"
Revenga hurts so good
>what's more horrific?
>the stuff we're snorting
>or the thoughts of him and you every fucking morning?
>We're ugly son, so that means life is harder
>It's a big bright beautiful world, with happiness all around, it's peaches and creams and every dream come true..... but not for you
>He found a muddy patch of swamplamp, far far away from the world that despised him, and there he stayed and all alone, tucked away. Which was just the way he liked it
>Sure i'm destined to be loney, and i'm fated to be hated
>not just enjoying both
I just enjoy the lyrical and musical expression of emotion. Fucking normies and their feel good music. Same as watching comedies and dramas.
Can enjoy Bob Marley and Pat the Bunny
Can enjoy Her and 50 First Dates
Don't talk to strangers
'Cause they're only there to do you harm
Don't write in starlight
'Cause the words may come out real
Don't hide in doorways
You may find the key that opens up your soul
Don't go to heaven
'Cause it's really only hell
Don't smell the flowers
They're an evil drug to make you lose your mind
Don't dream of women
'Cause they only bring you down
>Sorrow and solitude
>These are the precious things
>And the only words
>That are worth remembering
>So see you when your 40, lost and all alone
being comforted by strangers you'll never need to know
>not sad because you lost me
>but sad because you thought it was cool to be sad
>You think misery will make you stand apart from the crowd
>well if you had walked past me today I wouldn't have picked you out
>I wouldn't have picked you out
>We had a good thing, it was a blast
>That was a long time in the past
>You went through changes & I went away
>And I have regretted that to this day
>tfw Pet sounds and SMiLE are the most relatable albums you've heard
>tfw they have an almost optimistic outlook on life that gives you just a little bit of hope
I have a terrible fear of death, and always wish that Heaven was real, but I'm too much of an autist to believe in a religion. I'm scared to go outside because I fear I might die.
>not even joking
>In the hallway in anticipation
>he didnt know the night would end up in frustration
>he'd end up blowing all his wages for the week
>all for a cuddle and a peck on the cheek
jk, ive never been on a date
Though I'm poor I am free,
when i grow i shall fight
for this land i shall die
let her sun never set
>I'll take a quiet life
>A handshake of carbon monoxide
>Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me
>Sometimes I can't even see the reason why
>I guess I keep on gamblin', lots of booze and lots of ramblin'
>It's easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die
>I was raised up believing I was somehow unique
>like a snowflake-distinct among snowflakes, unique in each way you could see
>and now after some thinking I'd say I'd rather be
>a functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me