[text] i could say i'm sorry but i'm not (except i am. i really, really am.)

[frostythehitman]

I've finally got this song together, but I'm still stumped on the title. I'm putting the lyrics in here for anyone who's got any ideas. Consider this an open call for song title suggestions.


Lyrics:
You punched a hole in my heart, and now
I'm an empty vessel, waiting for the music to fill the blank spaces.
What am I supposed to do now?
Nothing left but to forget all the sneering faces

I feel like a forgotten bag of chips abandoned on the streets, my soul shattered and scattering to the winds like potato leaves.
I’d break the whole world if I could
Just to make sure no one ever has to grieves
Again, and I'd break the whole world but I don't think that I should

The emptiness inside of me is hardening like cement
And now there's nothing that can fit through the cracks and spaces
Nothing left but to watch the spiraling descent
Nothing left but to remember all the sneering faces

I feel like a forgotten bag of chips abandoned on the streets, my soul shattered and scattering to the winds like potato leaves.
I’d break the whole world if I could
Just to make sure no one ever has to grieves
Again, and I'd break the whole world but I don't think that I should

[fade out]

Comments

i'm dragging you to hell with me

[frostythehitman]

2/5, and that's just because you made an effort. I didn't think you were actually going to respond.

If you want the other 3 stars, you'll actually need to finish writing the song, first off. And second off, you might want to look up this thing called a "rhyming scheme," it'll really help you out.

[twelfthspark]

Still one more star than I'd give you. 🤷 At least I'm not comparing my ex to a chip bag.

[frostythehitman]

Well obviously. Wouldn't want to compare him to something higher up on the trashcan totem pole, would we?

At least, a chip bag would be higher up based just on your lyrics.

[twelfthspark]

[she's not sure if he's trying to insult her writing or her ex. Better assume the latter.]

Yeah, and he's not worth putting in more effort than that.

[frostythehitman]

I can't believe you'd use your ex to try and teach me a lesson.

[twelfthspark]

Why not? I might as well get *some* use out of him.

[frostythehitman]

Well that is how music works.

Crappy stuff happens to you, people are assholes, then you write a soulful song screaming about it and thousands of people show up saying they know exactly what you mean.

If you write a good song that is.

[twelfthspark]

Doesn't even have to be good if you're hot. I could give you like twenty examples if I cared enough.

[frostythehitman]

Well sure, being hot helps. But at its core, music is about visceral emotion and raw pain. So long as you get that across, the people will come.

[twelfthspark]

I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess this is the biggest audience you've ever gotten.

[frostythehitman]

Yeah, it's called "being an up-and-coming musician" and "growing your audience."

People are coming to my music because they see themselves in the lyrics. It's the musical process at work.