Title: Deep September
by Robbie from Scotland | in writing, poetry
I woke up this morning in a deep September
Been another long sleep and I felt weak
And I wished it was still last night, as I closed my eyes
I looked up at the clock to see it had stopped, stopped at eleven o' clock
And I felt no need to sleep, but I felt so weak
I gave in and felt my eyes close once again
Woke up this morning in a deep September
And the hope that at last I might give in
And now I've finally felt my surrender
Turns out I didn't have to give in
As I went down to the shop I could smell grass being cut in the air
My eyes watered, and I felt the cold sweat on my damp chest
I seen him cross the road, I hardly felt the knife go in
But I felt it as I clenched my fist
Woke up this morning in a deep September
And the hope that at last I might give in
And now I've finally felt my surrender
Turns out I didn't have to give in
I smiled today as I felt more alive than I'd felt in a long long time
And I knew I'd reached my November
Problem is, everyone else is in late June
And I know we all have our deep September
Although you feel weak, you have the strength to not give in
And now that I've felt my final surrender
I know at least I never once gave in
Pity I never had the chance
Most of the things I write- lyrics and poems, have been influenced mostly by my favourite songwriters. I'd like to write lyrics half as good as the likes of Neil Young, Ben Harper, Bruce Springsteen, Pete Townshend, Morrissey, etc.
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