I Bleed

Chapter 5 - Too Many

SHAUN’S POV

Songwriting isn’t as hard as I thought. A few things come to mind and you already have a part of the song. It’s kinda like venting what’s going on in your life. Seeing as I have a problem with my dad now I thought I’d write about it.

Don’t waste your time on me because I’m bound to forget you,

 all along

They call it tragedy because I’ve already left you, 

I’m so alone

That doesn’t actually sound all that bad. It seems more like a build up to a chorus though. There was one line that was stuck in my head ever since dad didn’t show up. “It’s happened too many times before.” That needs to be the main line of the song. I picked up my pen again and started to write to my heart’s content.

So, here I go (so here I go)

So, here I go (it’s happened twice)

It’s happened too many times before.

So, here I go (so here I go)

So, here I go (it’s happened twice)

It’s happened too many times before.

I dropped my pen and read over what I wrote. It sounds real. It’s like a real song you’d hear on the radio. I didn’t know I could do stuff like this. Sure it needs verses and a bridge, but it’s coming along nicely. I picked up the pen again and just started writing, not thinking about it at all.

If I could read your mind

for only half a day

then I could think about

the stupid things I say.

And as day turns to night

I try to smother

the feelings that I had

because I loved…her?

I know I’m writing about my dad, but I can’t say dude or anything. That’d just make me sound gay. That means I’m going to have to make the other verse sound like I’m talking about a chick too. This can’t be that hard.

The night she scores with

signs from a million tatts

as I looked in her eyes

that what we could’ve had.

And as day turns to night

I try to smother

the feelings that I had

I had above her.

Well, that’s not completely lying. Plus I think it sounds rad. At least Bradie and Andy can stop going off at me for not writing songs now. First things first, I have to put it together.

The night she scores with

signs from a million tatts

as I looked in her eyes

that what we could’ve had.

And as day turns to night

I try to smother

the feelings that I had

I had above her.

Don’t waste your time on me

because I’m bound to forget you

all along.

They call it tragedy

because I’ve already left you

I’m so alone.

So, here I go (so here I go)

So, here I go (it’s happened twice)

It’s happened too many times before.

So, here I go (so here I go)

So, here I go (it’s happened twice)

It’s happened too many times before.

If I could read your mind

for only half a day

then I could think about

the stupid things I say.

And as day turns to night

I try to smother

the feelings that I had

because I loved her.

Don’t waste your time on me

because I’m bound to forget you

all along.

They call it tragedy

because I’ve already left you

I’m so alone.

So, here I go (so here I go)

So, here I go (it’s happened twice)

It’s happened too many times before.

So, here I go (so here I go)

So, here I go (it’s happened twice)

It’s happened too many times before.

It’s happened too many times before.

So, here I go (so here I go)

So, here I go (it’s happened twice)

It’s happened too many times before.

So, here I go (so here I go)

So, here I go (it’s happened twice)

It’s happened too many times before.

Wow, I like it. That was so easy, I didn’t even have to think. It’s just my feelings on paper. It just needs a name…’Too Many’. I’m glad I did this instead of my homework!

Suddenly I heard a knock at my door.

“Come in,” I called out. I already knew it was mum, Luke and Liam never knock.

Mum stepped in with bandages in her hand.

“I was told you sprained your wrist,” she sat down on my bed and I nodded, “it needs to be wrapped up to stop the swelling.”

“I can’t play guitar for ages now,” I whined.

“Just a week or so,” she said as she started to wrap the bandages around me, “how did you do it anyway?”

“Um…I fell over in P.E,” I lied…again.

“Why didn’t you tell your teacher?” mum questioned as she finished wrapping my wrist.

“Because, how wimpy would that be? And I’m not eight,” I replied.

“You need to stop worrying about what people think about you,” mum responded getting up.

“I’m in a band,” I started, “if people don’t like me then what’s the point in being in one?”

“You’re going to have people that hate you if you’re in a band or not,” mum said as she left.

I guess she’s kinda right. Some people hate Blink.

I looked down at my bandaged wrist. Those dudes are gonna give me so much shit for this tomorrow…