Maybe you guys can help me out

nailz100

I'm working on a song, but I'm having difficulty finishing one part...The chorus. I need some help with ideas/ key words...stuff like that. This is not what the story is about, but it is an analogy. Pretend that you are an alcholic and someone (a supposed friend) is waving a drink in front of you....or that you have cancer and someone you know, and should know better is talking about death around you (not necessarily directly to you)...they are consumed by their own life and their own "beliefs". I need to describe the emotions that are associated with that kind of feeling...only there's one catch...I'm trying to write it as if I'm the guy talking/ preaching shit....and shaking my head at a friend, while at the same time watching them drown. I can't even comprehend what kind of thing they are going through and why they are in their situation (like alcholism) because I've never succumb to anything like that...and I am stuck in my own little happy place. Oh, and in case you are wondering...I'm not that guy....I'm the one drowning.

ISN

false security
shallow and hollow
empty and dry
nazi
weak
I haven't given much thought to it, but I think it's a great idea......I gave no thought to it, but it's been at teh back of my mind.....
insensitve asshole
creep.....
see I'm only thinking aloud......

with the chorus, it would help to know what you have so far.....I like the idea....nailzo

nailz100

Still in the works...

You fold your arms in a knot its how you’ve learnt to deal with and walk away
From these words unspoken and few that always seem to come between the promises
And like a simple child you cry to me just to leave behind but I can’t see
your reasons, I have no clue
But if you listen close then you may find Another Truth, another side
It’s my truth and I’m still holding on

And so you sit drowning on your own
Looking for the Answer’s when they’re staring back at you
But you can’t see through your anger without scorn
It’s the anger that can’t point its finger when it’s pointing right at you

I know I’ve watched it all unfold and sink it…still sinking in
And I remember all of the broken words you spoke to me then
I still recall how I watched you fall
Like a simple child you cried to me Just to leave behind but I could not see your reasons, I still have no clue
You should have listened close and would have found Another life, another sound
These are my words and I’m still holding on

And so you sit drowning on your own
Looking for the Answers when they’re staring back at you
But you can’t see through your anger without scorn
It’s the anger that can’t point its finger when it’s pointing right at you

(THIS WAS THE PART I WAS ASKING FOR HELP WITH...the chorus)

Because now I can’t pick up the pieces of you anymore
I’m leaving them behind
I’m hoping you can find
The answers you’re seeking
With words that are just reaching for more
I’ll never understand
How you can pretend

The changes you’ve tried to hide
My silver tongue you best abide

Because now I can’t pick up the pieces of you anymore
I’m leaving them behind
I’m hoping you can find
The answers you’re seeking
With words that are just reaching for more
I’ll never understand
But I can pretend


And I would watch you sit drowning on your own Looking for the answer’s when they’re staring back at you