sometimes only a song can explain how you feel, where every word in the lyrics echo out hidden emotions that dangles in there but not being able to dig its way out of your comfort zone of sharing, or the emotions that dont want to reinforce how miserablly and how ironic you are feeling about things that happened and yet found no resolve as to words to describe one's never ending emotional tug-of-wars.

And the song, maybe, is just a play of words, a cup of words that had been deliciously spun into a musically fitting way, one of which brings soothing relieve to a emotional pain and yet one that enforce one's demise.

And this, makes me reminisce, not of joyful thoughts but of painful and bitter memories. Nostalgic, but not stupendous.

This is what I call verbal diarrhea. And not one in the mood to burst out laughing, but to burst out in tears.

There is no need of encouragement or consolation but there is a need of acceptance.

Why think when it hurts? Maybe because you cant forget...

Yellowcard-rough draft(acoustic)


Like a Saturday night I'll be gone
Like a Saturday night I'll be gone
Before you knew that I was there

So you wrote it down
I'm supposed to care
Even though it's never there
Sorry if I'm not prepared
Is it hard to see the things you substitute
For me and all my thoughts of you
It's eating me alive to leave you

Maybe it's childish and maybe it's wrong
But so is your blank stare in lieu of this song
Maybe it's childish and maybe it's wrong

Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong
You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song
Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong
You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song

I'm breathing in your skin tonight
Quiet is my loudest cry
Wouldn't wanna wake the eyes that make me melt inside
And if it's healthier to leave you be
May a sickness come and set me free
Kill me while I still believe that you were meant for me

I'm finding my own words, my own little stage
My own epic drama, my own scripted page
I'll send you the rough draft, I'll seal it with tears
Maybe you'll read it and I'll reappear
From the start it was shaky and the characters rash,
A nice setting for heartache where emotions come last
All I have deep inside, to overcome this desire
Are friendly intentions and fair-weather smiles

And I don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong
You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song
Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong
You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song

Like Saturday night I'll be gone
Like Saturday night I'll be gone
Like Saturday night I'll be gone
Like Saturday night I'll be gone before you knew that I was there


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