Jenn Liles - dialogue

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I have to make it right And that shit wastes my time Just read my diary And you will see That everything i've ever wanted to say could be said in a more poetic way I don't know what i'm doing I don't know when to stop I don't know how to close I don't know how to knock I'll reuse these chords I'm like a music whore It's some kind of expression But i guess that's what i'm expressing This song is real explicit But don't put that on me Don't bother too much with it Let me throw away the key I wish you wanted me But then i think and think And i don't know how good that would be There's rules to this game There's tools I could get my way There's fools Get in and play to There's morals And ethics And i won't mess with it And i'm sorry it's all on me I'm sorry if i'm bothering I don't know where i came from I don't know how to stop Please let me in your kingdom Or sell me like a stock I'll live under the night with a dog in the fight And though it's not mine, we hear the bell chime Da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-dada-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da, ooh Expression is dead It got to my head When i was 14 And it seems that i get older, i know more I wish i told her that nothing would be yours The human experience has only has so many things before You run out of the things to sing So what the hell do you want from me? I can paint a symbolic scene Picture this: The sun sets The ground whispers: "why are you upset?" Wipe your tears, and whisper back But the sound never reaches the darkened grass I can be a writer I am a daughter I am a sister And i can be a starter Of things That mean something to me And things That nobody wants to see And i hate hearing self deprecating songs But i can't tell if that's how people see my thoughts That's why i hate the chords that i reuse The things that i never want to say to you I'd pick up the pace but leave some space for the times i should've been clocked in the face For the times that i rhymed face with race And now we all say that it's time to touch base With the fact that i've been writing for days And i can't find a good thing to say About the way that i write songs What the hell is wrong? My conscience knows that somethings wired off What the hell is wrong? Is this just dialogue? [voicemail that i can't understand]
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