This is the carry on from my last song called "According To This Song, I'm The Spurned Fucking Wanker Standing In The Mirror Who Won't Leave His Dirty Magazines Alone For One Fucking Second". You'll probably be able to tell that from the way it's written and the lyrics in it but, yeah, whatever. Enjoy "...But I'm Not" My magazine is scratched and torn, I guess I've had it for too long, People say I have no feelings, But they don't see that they're wrong, I'm tired of being left all alone, The rain pounds on the roof of my house, I'm not the usual fucking loser, I know I'm better than them, beyond all doubt. Fucking lucky am I? Never mind my cuts I'm totally scathed, Woah, you'll see something in me, Hopefully my smile, not my beer belly. My magazine is scratched and torn, Been fighting myself for too long, People say I have no feelings, But they don't see that they're wrong, I'm tired of being left all alone, Getting a girlfriend to help me out, She'll be better than you losers, I know she's better than me, has an awesome pout. Fuck, how lucky am I? Woah, what does she see in me? Fuck, how lucky am I? Woah, what does she see in me?
Yet again venturing into the weird lyrics forest :whistle: It's good but its nothing compared to some of the stuff you've done Dave.
I read them both and I have come to the conclusion that your style is original, but it doesn't seem like something I would listen to. I am sorry
Thanks for the comments thanks @heshboy, everyone has their own likes/dislikes, don't be sorry for yours