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Hopeless Romantic

You tell me you love me
falling for you every time
Im sick of writing love songs
but when you come to mind
Its an automatic reaction
pen grasped in hand
scribbling out nonsense
 
Could I be more pathetic
writing verse after verse
about sobby break ups
and non-existing relations
I guess I’m just a
Hopeless Romantic
for the unwritten love
 
Desolate, in my room
I count bricks on my walls
each one a different note
trying to combine a tone
to fit my corny lines
what more is there to say
Im just another
Ecrivain Chanson
 
Talented? Bored? Or
just simply unheard
I cant find the reason
my mind says the word
and ink forms them

(2007)

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