[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

[frostythehitman]

I'm working on an album right now, so if you want to do that song, you should let me know sooner than later, I could probably work it in with the other songs.

[gnasher]

that's pretty impressive. i don't know if i can produce something that could go on an album, though. or even be read in public, honestly.

what's your album about?

[frostythehitman]

Don't worry, leave the reading/singing and producing to me. You handle the lyrics. Hell, no one even has to know you wrote them, I can just say I worked on the song with "another songwriter" or something. Unless you want to do more with it?

The album's mostly about, you know, emptiness, frustration, trying to make sense of stuff when there's no other way to get the feelings out. Like an emotional powder keg, you could call it.

[ i hate myself for having written the phrase 'emotional powder keg' without a trace of irony and subjecting you to it, i am so sorry. ]

[gnasher]

for now i'm just gonna see if i can write a damn thing. one step at a time is the road to success.

is that the name of the album?

[frostythehitman]

I've got a couple names in mind. I'll add that one to the list, though, it's not a bad idea.

You can take your time and all if you need, but if you want the song on this album, it's gonna have to happen in the next month or so. There'll be other albums too, later on, but if you want to get in on the ground floor of this, it's gonna have to be soon.

[gnasher]

[ground floor, huh? sounded serious. he's into it]

i work better under a time crunch. give me some general themes, so i don't write anything that doesn't match the tone you're going for.

[frostythehitman]

Better under pressure? I can get that.

It's about feeling trapped with nowhere to go, and trying to find your place in a universe that will ultimately never know or care that you exist.

[ James thought long and hard about how best to describe the album other than "angry and frustrated about everything under the sun", but he thinks that summarizes it pretty well. Meanwhile, I think I cut myself on his edge. ]

[gnasher]

that's kind of bleak... but i'll try to work with it.

highschool's rough, huh?

[frostythehitman]

Life is rough.

[gnasher]

slow down, nietzsche. you'll use up all your material too soon.

[frostythehitman]

I'm not using up material. It's the truth.

[gnasher]

scientifically, sure. but does the unfeeling universe really matter all that much if you've got someone you care about right next to you?

[frostythehitman]

[ Ding ding ding, you pinged him in one, Rin.

Not like he's self-aware to actually know that. Instead, he just gets pissed off for reasons he doesn't quite understand. ]

Just because you care about someone doesn't mean everything isn't still pointless!