- Romance, is my last chance. Some people can't even take a stance, on what the think is right and wrong. Thats why I have to keep writing this song. It's is seemingly everlong, as the sun rises and sets. Watching the beach, waves, sets. I listen to cassettes, stuck in the tape player. Some people hate on me, call me a player. Until one day I met her, and didn't want to upset her. I'd listen to heavy metal with the pedal to the metal, just to get to the door. That front door of your quaint house. I feel smaller then a door mouse. But, I am larger than life.
- by Promotor27 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/28/2008 |
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- Title: Bigger than a bread box?
- Artist: Promotor27
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Description:
I wrote this after a woman I loved moved back to France. There is a lot more writing that is inspired by her, she really moved me in a very positive way. She got me out of a rut of being selfish to the max when it came to relationships. I wanted to make her happy and always be there to inspire and be inspired.
ps. I know I can't drive to France
Thursday, February 07, 2008 - Date: 07/28/2008
- Tags: love france song romance santacruz
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- wander my friend - 09/17/2008
- you have an intresting style and i cant wait read more. i feel bad for you and i dont know how to relate to you with that. i would like to get into contact with you. =)
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- Dugra - 07/28/2008
- Very deep, good job.
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