Written: January 5th, 2023
Genre: Pop
A/N: I wrote this during a time of financial struggles in my house... We went 2 years without general EBT stamps and that time period was literally lockdown. I also wrote this during my 2 month hiatus, so it was a lonely, sad time. Never been well off in the first place, but I'm humble due to conditions. I'm not gonna discuss this much, plus we have general EBT again, so def better than 2020-2022. By general, I mean to pay off for other than food.
yess tate-r tots, in case you're wondering, the title is inspired by Tate's EP title.
1ST VERSE:
Last night I stayed up 'til 5 am
Venting to myself in my head
I've become my own therapist
I tend to worry whether I'm worthy
I shouldn't care, but I constantly wonder what they think of me
And how you're never there when I need you to be
PRE-CHORUS:
And I don't mean to sound so negative
When I'm known to be optimistic
CHORUS:
But here lies all the things I never said
Bottled in, inside my head
How can I call you a friend?
That was clearly way back then
You clearly don't understand
( You don't understand )
2ND VERSE:
I can't stand it when the little things are taken for granted
People get caught up in the materialistic shit and toxic realtionships
That they fail to see how good they have it
They don't ever have to make it last for supper
Or worry about shelter
Whether there's enough to make the rent
Or else the roof over my head will be gone next
I know I don't have it the worst like those on the streets
But I can't help but to hurt, this is me trying
CHORUS:
But here lies all the things I never said
Bottled in, inside my head
How can I call you a friend?
That was clearly way back then
You clearly don't understand
( You don't understand )
BRIDGE:
There's just so much on my mind
Like how I can't afford to fall behind
I need to rise above and work twice as hard for a good life
And I care way too much for friends
When I don't mean as much to them
I dragged them down with vents
But I stopped cause they wouldn't understand
No, they wouldn't understand
CHORUS:
But here lies all the things I never said
Bottled in, inside my head
How can I call you a friend?
That was clearly way back then
You clearly don't understand
( You don't understand )
YOU ARE READING
𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟑𝐭𝐡 ( 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 '𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕')
Poetry❝ 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟭𝟯𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘂𝗽𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗳; 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗯𝗲❞ Hey there, it's me...