first finished song.

the rain is falling on the rooftop
and your knockin’ on the wooden door
that you carved for me, for me

that lollipop thats in the cup
is the one that you bought for me, for me
from the happiest place on earth

this journal is breaking
i hope were not breaking
these flowers, these flowers are drying on us

your smile smiles down on me every night.
i don’t remember when you did that
oh i miss it so

this journal is breaking
i hope were not breaking
these flowers, these flowers are drying on us

your fingertips are on my skin
and i am starting to get chills
you kiss my brain oh so sweet
please don’t go

this journal is breaking
i hope were not breaking
these flowers, these flowers are drying on us

the rain is falling on the rooftop
and the thunder is starting to take over.

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2 thoughts on “first finished song.

  1. “this journal is breaking
    i hope were not breaking
    these flowers, these flowers are drying on us.”

    i like that a lot! nice chorus. or maybe it’s not chorus, but i like the dual meaning of breaking. but the “this journal is breaking”… i’m not sure what to picture. maybe, um… like a diary?

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