Вот, как-то написалось. Только что минут за пять. Это не поэзия. И не текст для песни. Просто сумбурный поток мыслей. О чем думала, то и писала. Неожиданно местами получилось в рифму. Скорее на какой-то рэп похоже %/
Из серии: "надо же иногда выплеснуть негатив".
На английском, потому что...просто потому что мне так проще.
лучше не надо читатьI write the songs about someone called ‘you’ or ‘he’ or ‘she’
Because I’m not so brave to confess it’s all about me, I’ll be
One day like you and all the others
But now I’m just myself
I’m just a girl with no plans
Feeling that I can pull my brain out
And put in on a shelf
And that’s nothing that will change
‘Cause there’s no way to use my thoughts
I feel just locked in a ceiling made of stone or whatever
And I write my songs about someone called John or Tom or Jane
Because I’m not so brave to confess or to complain
We all should be strong and stand as statues with cold eyes and smiles
And dance our waltzes and foxtrots and make alliances
And try to full every stranger and trick even with friends
Just running down the street I face dead end
I face the big black wall and don’t know what to start
Cause everything I want to do is not my part
It’s not the role I play today, it’s so messed up, it’s not right way
It’s just when you look outside and it’s raining every day
Some ironical jokes when you need support and even pray
Though you don’t really believe in God
And now again, I use the word ‘you’ ‘cause don’t want things to fall apart
I don’t want anyone to know how I feel
And then I sit alone and need someone to heal
To help, to listen to my stories
And then, when someone comes, I smile again
What’s up? Alright! Don’t worry
Why everything is so fucked up?
I’m young, I’m pretty, I’m okay
But every week I have a day
At least one day when I feel wrong
Totally wrong
Write lausy lyrics
Stupid songs
That I don’t show to anyone
Although I think they’re not so dumb
I’m not thirteen
Yes, I’m adult
So, time to stop
And smile again
Goodbye.