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God, it feels like I haven't been posting on here anywhere near enough lately...I miss you guys! Anyway, this is just a song I came up with at school today...It's a little different from my other ones, so I hope you like it. Readers of Inevitable, the update WILL be up later today, I promise. Enjoy!
Our Rejected Encore
Glances from afar, tangled up tunes of a shared guitar,
Scared half-smiles that will never be anything more;
Social status is our rejected encore.
Oh, social status is our rejected encore.
Nothing more than school-tie daydreams at a graffitied desk,
Turned in feet and skinny knees, so much unconfessed,
This unknown illusion causes so much teenage confusion.
Silence is my scripture and yours I put to words of my own,
This bitter peer-pressure is impossible to disown;
So things I don’t know and never will become a story.
I can’t stop make-believing.
These hormones are blood and red and gory,
Making the morbid fairytale of cliché deceiving.
Sixteen year old daydreams are made for nothing but to be ignored.
Social status is our rejected encore,
Oh, social status is our rejected encore.
You’re an unknown illusion,
I hide in the shadows,
We’ll never discover the outcome of this chemical confusion,
Because social status is our rejected encore,
And this is what we’ll never get to know.
It’s such a teenage thing, such a typical high-school fling,
To waste serotonin and heartbeats,
On someone you’ll never speak to,
Because you’re not me,
I’m not you.
And this song is one I’m
Not
Allowed
To sing.
Why can’t I sing?
Lingering glances and failed advances,
Too much thought,
All these little glances and half-smiles and little things-
For once, why can’t we break out of these hypocritical skins
And be
What
We’re
Not?
Social status is our rejected encore,
Oh social status is our rejected encore.
You’re an unknown illusion,
I hide in the shadows,
We’ll never discover the outcome of this chemical confusion,
Because social status is our rejected encore,
And this is what we’ll never get to know.
I’ve built you out to be someone from a story,
When in reality, you’re probably just like me-
Full of flaws, a little scared, wishing you could be free.
You say this generation has freedom,
But what about all these self-inflicted enclosures
Our peers build us?
‘Freedom’?
In this high school ensnarement, we sure as hell have none,
We’re left in bitchy crushes and spineless lust,
Watered-down integrity, broken, crushed.
Snide comments,
Sneering glances,
Reputations on rent,
No second chances.
We’re told; off your radar, out of your league,
Accepting of this without a second thought.
Does no one
Question anymore?
‘Cause let me tell you this; why the fuck not?
You’re not me
And I’m not you.
This song is one I’m
‘Not
Allowed’
To sing.
But let me tell you, I’ll sing it if I fucking want,
I don’t want to follow the crowd, you see,
So I’ll sing whatever I want- and you can’t stop me.
You can't stop me.
Social status is our rejected encore,
Oh social status is our rejected encore.
You’re an unknown illusion,
I hide in the shadows,
We’ll never discover the outcome of this chemical confusion,
Because social status is our rejected encore,
And this is what we’ll never get to know.
We’ll never get to know.
We’ll never get to know…
‘Cause this is how we’ll always be;
The girl who hides in empathy’s shadow
And a daydream romance of unknown illusion.
Forget shy, forget lust, forget teenage confusion.
This is what we’ll ever know. This is what we have to ignore,
Because social status is our rejected encore.
Social status is our
Rejected
Encore.
Oh, but I want to sing this song,
I want to sing this song you wouldn’t dare to,
I want you to throw all your petty subjections,
And I want to miss them,
I want to sing whatever the fuck I want…
But what’s the point,
When you know no one’s gunna listen?
……..
I would love to know your thoughts on this; it's something I've been thinking a lot about lately, so I hope I managed to pull it off okay. I still feel a little inexperienced writing songs, so rates and reviews would be AMAZING, seriously. Was it relatable? Thank you so much for reading!
Lucy X_O
Our Rejected Encore
Glances from afar, tangled up tunes of a shared guitar,
Scared half-smiles that will never be anything more;
Social status is our rejected encore.
Oh, social status is our rejected encore.
Nothing more than school-tie daydreams at a graffitied desk,
Turned in feet and skinny knees, so much unconfessed,
This unknown illusion causes so much teenage confusion.
Silence is my scripture and yours I put to words of my own,
This bitter peer-pressure is impossible to disown;
So things I don’t know and never will become a story.
I can’t stop make-believing.
These hormones are blood and red and gory,
Making the morbid fairytale of cliché deceiving.
Sixteen year old daydreams are made for nothing but to be ignored.
Social status is our rejected encore,
Oh, social status is our rejected encore.
You’re an unknown illusion,
I hide in the shadows,
We’ll never discover the outcome of this chemical confusion,
Because social status is our rejected encore,
And this is what we’ll never get to know.
It’s such a teenage thing, such a typical high-school fling,
To waste serotonin and heartbeats,
On someone you’ll never speak to,
Because you’re not me,
I’m not you.
And this song is one I’m
Not
Allowed
To sing.
Why can’t I sing?
Lingering glances and failed advances,
Too much thought,
All these little glances and half-smiles and little things-
For once, why can’t we break out of these hypocritical skins
And be
What
We’re
Not?
Social status is our rejected encore,
Oh social status is our rejected encore.
You’re an unknown illusion,
I hide in the shadows,
We’ll never discover the outcome of this chemical confusion,
Because social status is our rejected encore,
And this is what we’ll never get to know.
I’ve built you out to be someone from a story,
When in reality, you’re probably just like me-
Full of flaws, a little scared, wishing you could be free.
You say this generation has freedom,
But what about all these self-inflicted enclosures
Our peers build us?
‘Freedom’?
In this high school ensnarement, we sure as hell have none,
We’re left in bitchy crushes and spineless lust,
Watered-down integrity, broken, crushed.
Snide comments,
Sneering glances,
Reputations on rent,
No second chances.
We’re told; off your radar, out of your league,
Accepting of this without a second thought.
Does no one
Question anymore?
‘Cause let me tell you this; why the fuck not?
You’re not me
And I’m not you.
This song is one I’m
‘Not
Allowed’
To sing.
But let me tell you, I’ll sing it if I fucking want,
I don’t want to follow the crowd, you see,
So I’ll sing whatever I want- and you can’t stop me.
You can't stop me.
Social status is our rejected encore,
Oh social status is our rejected encore.
You’re an unknown illusion,
I hide in the shadows,
We’ll never discover the outcome of this chemical confusion,
Because social status is our rejected encore,
And this is what we’ll never get to know.
We’ll never get to know.
We’ll never get to know…
‘Cause this is how we’ll always be;
The girl who hides in empathy’s shadow
And a daydream romance of unknown illusion.
Forget shy, forget lust, forget teenage confusion.
This is what we’ll ever know. This is what we have to ignore,
Because social status is our rejected encore.
Social status is our
Rejected
Encore.
Oh, but I want to sing this song,
I want to sing this song you wouldn’t dare to,
I want you to throw all your petty subjections,
And I want to miss them,
I want to sing whatever the fuck I want…
But what’s the point,
When you know no one’s gunna listen?
……..
I would love to know your thoughts on this; it's something I've been thinking a lot about lately, so I hope I managed to pull it off okay. I still feel a little inexperienced writing songs, so rates and reviews would be AMAZING, seriously. Was it relatable? Thank you so much for reading!
Lucy X_O
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