This is actually the first song I wrote. It was about a specific thing, but it could apply to a lot that was going on at that time. I wrote this Junior year, one Mythology class where Ms. Zenas took us to the school store and we didn't have any work to do.
Written by Alyxander Stokes
Like you're ever gonna tell me what it's like
Like you're ever gonna tell me how it feels
Like you're ever gonna tell me wrong from right
Like you're ever gonna tell me what is real
Like I'm ever gonna tell you what she said
Guess I never really knew myself at all
Too afraid to try and tell you what comes next
Too upset to get away before you fall
It's not like I'm making sense
Letting you fall away from
Some sort of distant future
Without recalling what it means
And it's not like I need you
It's not like anyone needs you
Or like you need anything
Anything more than me
Distance of a fallen foe
What is left is more to say
Well it happened anyway
Still I know which way to go
Letters left unsent to me
And you forfeit what is real
An idealistic form of be
Simply showing places
But it's not like you're ever gonna tell me what it's like
Like you're ever gonna tell me how you feel
Like you're ever gonna tell me wrong or right
Like you'll ever even know if it's all real
Like I'm ever gonna tell you what she said
Guess I'll never really know myself at all
Still afraid to even think of what comes next
Still content with just to sit and watch you fall
People call you on the phone
Friends from distant places
They just want you to come home
Such uncomplacent faces
Just a stretch away from you
Is just a stretch too close for me
I just need a bit more room
I just need to be set free
Fragmentative words are hurled
But it makes no diff'rence
Falling far from what I heard
The truth always differs
But it's not like you're ever gonna tell them what it's like
Like they're ever gonna ask you how you feel
Even if you really knew what's wrong or right
I'm just too afraid to help you disconceal
You're just too scared to really try to love again
She broke your heart and then she set your world a-spin
I try to help you but you're too undynamic
A shattered soul who's just emotionally sick
Simply falling all apart
At ev'ry little seam
At ev'ry little thing
If I try to fix your heart
Will you say
That you're sorry
If she told you how she felt
If I said the reason why
If you tried to think things out
If I tried to change her mind
If she did it in free will
And if it made a diff'rence
Would you tell me what is real
If I helped you to repent
It's not like I'm making sense
Letting you fall away from
Some sort of distant future
Without recalling what it means
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