My Music

This is an original composition, kinda dark, but i like it! I wrote parts of this song a night before my S.St exam. Go figure. (P.S. I still don't have a title for it yet.)

[Verse 1]

Facing the night alone, the race has just begun

You want the fame, the money, you're not the only one

Your life's gonna come down crashing, crashing around your ears

Its just so fragile, the web is spun with tears

You can run all you want, know the music won't stop

Solitary confinement, its lonely at the top

Even for all the lights, the darkness stares at me, so cold

But I want the money, the fame, the glitter, the gold

The silence screaming at me, I cant hear it, no soul

Its lonely at the top, ain't got no one to hold

This is the price that's paid for the spot, the flashing lights

The beautiful people breathe, the party comes to life!!

[Chorus]

The boombox beats

All my candy treats, all my sugar sweets

Coming through the front door, getting on the dance floor

When the disco ball sets the room on fire, its a ghastly attire

Candy paint on these witches

Its for the fame, the money, the rehab, the riches!!

[Verse 2]

The blood is dripping down your mascara covered eyes

The images will shatter, the world was only lies

Lip-gloss on face, Tattoos down your spine

Stardom and reality, a very fine line

Music bumping on that track its loud and clear

Your face is turning blue now you're fighting for air

Its like a fairytale, follow the crumbs back home

The witch is gonna eat you, your coffin will be chrome

The gold will lose its shine when your heartbeat stops

Solitary confinement, its lonely at the top

The girls in the club dancing around

Why do you give a damn, you're six feet underground!!

[Chorus]

The boombox beats

All my candy treats, all my sugar sweets

Coming through the front door, getting on the dance floor

Where the disco ball sets the room on fire, its a ghastly attire

Candy paint on these witches

Its for the fame, the money, the rehab, the riches!!

[Bridge]

Lights get dimmer and your throat closes up

A little more can't hurt, drink one more cup

Adrenaline through your system, body puts up a fight

One shot, two shots, three- now kill the lights!!

The boombox beats!!

When we hit the streets, the Queen's in her seat, Its fresh meat

People jumping up and down

There's a circus, look, the clowns

And the voyeurs admire

So close, now don't tire

At the funeral, wall to wall

Witches in their best gowns

Screaming, And you they surround

Sayin - You're dead, thats all.