so, here it is. i even have an idea of how i want it to sound. a melody and stuff. we'll see if i'm good enough to plunk out the chords for it on guitar!
Fifth Floor
The scars on her legs yeah
They tell the story
Of a battle hard fought
A battle of thought
So full of fear
So full of resignation
The bright cheery hall
Opposite of her disposition
Sit in a circle
With demons glancing ‘round
Forced to share her story
She tells of her fall from glory
So full of hate
So full of self despising
She pastes on her scowl
That's proven so disguising
The fifth floor has its charms
The Monet prints on the walls yeah
But Van Gogh's would tell the story so much better
Van Gogh he knew the story better
hmm just re read what we were supposed to do. . . shoulda re read it before i wrote (although i like what i wrote) it's not about a party. . . so, i'll work on somethin else. . .
