she's an extraordinary girl
in an ordinary world
and she cant seem to get away
he lacks the courage in his mind
like a child left behind
like a pet left in the rain
she's all alone again
weeping the tears from her eyes
some days she feels like dying
she gets so sick of crying
she sees the mirror of herself
and image she wants to sell
to anyone willing to buy
he steals the image in her kiss
from her heart's apocalypse
from the one called whatsername
she's all alone agian
wiping the tears from her eyes
some days he feels like dying
some days it's not worth trying
now that they both are finding
she gets so sick of crying!!!
A fEW ThInGS TO REmEmBeR:
Traditionally, songwriters can't sing. And that holds true in my case, also.
I may not be a first-rate composer, but I am a first-class second-rate composer.
I always said that I'm not the best singer in the world, just the loudest
Get up from that piano. You hurtin' its feelings.
God tells me how the music should sound, but you stand in the way.
There are more bad musicians than there is bad music.