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She is my sorrow

July 1, 2013
By Jay-Wolf PLATINUM, Cedar Hills, Utah
Jay-Wolf PLATINUM, Cedar Hills, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
"The man who takes offense when offence is not intended is a fool
However the man who takes offence when it is intended is an even greater fool"
Ralph Waldo Emerson


Intro
I know a tell of pain
of hurt and love not yet gained.
It’s both sad and true
So here’s this song, I’m confiding in you
I’m not ready, I’m not set, but here I go...

Verse #1
This is the tell about a girl,
The girl who became my sorrow.
She was over right over there
brown hair and stunning blue eye’s,
she came over and talked to me to my surprise,
ever since that day I grown to like her in every way.
Instead of me she fell for a different man
The worst part was he didn’t even know what he had

Chorus #1
because she is more than a skirt,
more than one dance in the main hall.
she is more than his attempt at a flirt,
More than his precious basketball.
She is more than he’ll ever know,
because she is my sorrow.

Verse #2
To tell her then would have been socially forbidden
so for a while I kept my emotions hidden
Every time I saw them act cute
I longed to tell her yet i stayed mute
What really hurts that every time he flirted with someone else,
she started to doubt herself
because she doesn’t know, no she doesn’t know

(flip page over)


Chorus #2
That she is more than his yesterday,
More than an old tune.
She is more than a game to play,
More than someone to kiss on a summer afternoon.
She is more than she will ever know,
because she is my sorrow

Verse #3
By the time the broke up,
I was the one crying over ice cream in a cup.
I was dying to ask, but I too scared to talk
She’s still the singer and I’m still the poet.
I sing this to you because you don’t know, no you don’t know it!

Chorus #3
That I am more than your previous superman,
More than some new romeo.
I’m more than guy who used to hold your hand,
More than the guy who let you go
because you were once my sorrow.
oo-oo-oo-oo-
(think bruno mars)
yeah-you were once my sorrow



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