Yesterday I wrote this song
Yesterday I wrote this song
about a boy who took his life
about the time his dream had died.

Paint a picture blue, I beg for any color but gray.
Paint a picture true, I beg for all the liars of the day.
Don't give up young writer, let it go
You try to hard young writer, let it flow
just let it go, just let it go, just let it go

Meet me on the freeway so I can find my way back home.
Let all your chances out, let all the best ones out.
Make no mistake for yesterday, livings all you've got.

(livings all you've got)
Don't give up young writer, let it go
(livings all you've got)
You try to hard young writer, let it flow
(so tell them what you've got)
just let it go, just let it go, just let it go.

Let the words crawl under your skin
(help me out I need it)
Help me out or the song will never end
(I cannot escape this)
Words have made me who I am today
Words are overbearing inside.
I can barely taste the sunrise.

I feel as if my life is just a race.
A sour note in a rotten case.
Is it really my time to go away into another realm?
Will I find god or will I find hell?
Will I find god or will I find hell?


Lyrics submitted by ninibunny15

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