My Confession...

My Confession: I like to write songs. 

Although I can hardly call myself a "song writer", (I've only ever completed two songs- three if you count the one I wrote in third grade) it is something most people don't know about me. Maybe it's just never come up in conversation or maybe I'm just scared, I don't know. It's something that is an experience unlike any other. It is true creation. You are producing every aspect of it. When you're acting it's somebody else's words, when you're dancing it's somebody else's choreography, but when you're writing songs, it is all your own. It's cool. Also music seems to make everything make more sense. In song-form, things are easier to understand and feelings are easier to deal with. Like I said before I've only experienced this twice in my life, but I absolutely love it. I finished my second song several months ago and then out of fear, kind of just pushed it aside. I guess the next step would be to show people (other than my family) and I was simply not ready for that. Now I am, thanks to Molly. Molly has been writing songs as well and she is quit good. Today she shared a very personal song with me and if she can do it, so can I. The song is named Her. Disclaimer: It's not a true story, but since it came from my brain it must have some truth to it, right? I am taking baby steps, I am only posting the lyrics tonight, but I will definitely post a recording of it later on in the week (whether I want to or not). Here goes nothing...

I, turn around and you take my picture,

Reach out my hand and say how do you do sir?

How is the weather? I’ve been better?

Tell me about your 365 letters,

That you sent when you went,

But the rain got them wet,

So you should go and catch her.

A picture’s worth a thousand words, but you can’t draw,

So you will write her forever.

But all you need are these three words, and it can hurt

But couldn’t say it any better.

Give, me the keys and I’ll turn the car on,

Hasn’t been long she can’t be very far gone.

Pen and paper, go out and get her,

I wouldn’t mind if you even wanted to play her,

That song that we heard that night

Though it wouldn’t feel right,

But you can go and get her.

A picture’s worth a thousand words, but you can’t draw,

So you will write her forever,

But all you need are these three words, and it may hurt

But couldn’t say it any better.

Just want to know if you still remember,

Decemeber 9^th ,we spent it together

It was snowing, harder than ever,

And you told me, you could stay here forever.

But that’s not what you meant

Or maybe you forget

Or I’m just not her.

A picture’s worth a thousand words, but I can’t draw

So I will write you forever.

But all I need are these three words, and it will hurt

But couldn’t say it any better

Every now and then, I can’t help but wonder

Did you ever look at me the way you did her?

Could’ve been love or just bad timing?

Or maybe you and I were just pushing and trying,

Too hard at make believe,

Cause in the end you will leave,

To go and get her.

A picture's worth a thousand words, but I can't draw

So I will write you forever.

But all I need are these three words, and it will hurt

But couldn't say it any better