Lord of Girth
There were many a times where I wished to be playing my guitar at all the mosh pits of the Galaxy, or selling out stadiums full of fans screaming my name. Over and over again. But that was not my life. My life was with the fringe. Even as that may, I could hardly trust anybody that was there. it was me against the rest of the fringe. While other places had their backups to their backups, I was the only one of my line. The last of the Imura line. Though that hardly mattered. I kind of wanted my line to end. maybe my dream to keep on going, but not my line. I had already suffered so much because of this war, and now that it had been kind of over with the fall of the Sith Empire, Now instead of war, I was playing my strings
I sat at a simple bar on Courscant. Rather nice looking place, not to high up the totem poll where you listened to Opera, and not to low where it was music that was made for grinding. I just shuddered at that thought. Nasty. Anywhos, I grabbed my guitar pick and the "Awesome guitar" that I owned. Fitting perfectly into my hands. I let the force flow through me. and using the simplistic movements of my hands strum the first few notes.
Slowly everyone in the bar could hear the drums and symbols play, even the the background guitar began to play, when I was the only one up on the stage. I was using the power of the force to project my playing of This song.
Here I sit all alone like an airplane
On the edge of a sky full of solid gray
Staring at the ceiling, tell me that I'm dreaming
Oh, I wish you were here today
All these days I know I'll never get back
All these words I know I wish I should've said
All these dreams that we had now fade to black
Try to wash it away
I'm torn to pieces, I'm broken down
I still see your face when you're not around
I sit here in misery wondering if I'll ever be
Half the man you wanted me to be
Here I float through the air like a waterfall
Than I sink to the bottom like a cannonball
Having trouble breathing, suddenly I'm screaming
Why wasn't I good enough
Even though I know you're not gonna come back
I can't wash it away
I'm torn to pieces, I'm broken down
I still see your face when you're not around
I sit here in misery wondering if I'll ever be
Half the man you wanted me to be
I'm torn to pieces, I'm broken down
I still see your face when you're not around
I sit here in misery wondering if I'll ever be
Half the man you wanted me to be
It's tearing me to pieces
Tearing me to pieces
It's tearing me to pieces
Tearing me to pieces
Even though I know you're not gonna come back
I can't wash it away
I'm torn to pieces, I'm broken down
I still see your face when you're not around
I sit here in misery wondering if I'll ever be
Half the man you wanted me to be
I'm torn to pieces, I'm broken down
(I'm torn to pieces)
I still see your face when you're not around
(I'm torn to pieces)
I sit here in misery wondering if I'll ever be
Half the man you wanted me to be
Spread evenly between the words I could feel the vibes of my voice echo into my ears. Though it be a "love song" It have value in more than one way. Really, I didn't t know who I was singing about. Nor did I know if anybody really cared. All I wanted for my life was somebody there. because truly I was torn to pieces. My entire life was about surviving this war, and now that it was over, I didn't know what to do.
@[member="Kira Liadain"]
I sat at a simple bar on Courscant. Rather nice looking place, not to high up the totem poll where you listened to Opera, and not to low where it was music that was made for grinding. I just shuddered at that thought. Nasty. Anywhos, I grabbed my guitar pick and the "Awesome guitar" that I owned. Fitting perfectly into my hands. I let the force flow through me. and using the simplistic movements of my hands strum the first few notes.
Slowly everyone in the bar could hear the drums and symbols play, even the the background guitar began to play, when I was the only one up on the stage. I was using the power of the force to project my playing of This song.
Here I sit all alone like an airplane
On the edge of a sky full of solid gray
Staring at the ceiling, tell me that I'm dreaming
Oh, I wish you were here today
All these days I know I'll never get back
All these words I know I wish I should've said
All these dreams that we had now fade to black
Try to wash it away
I'm torn to pieces, I'm broken down
I still see your face when you're not around
I sit here in misery wondering if I'll ever be
Half the man you wanted me to be
Here I float through the air like a waterfall
Than I sink to the bottom like a cannonball
Having trouble breathing, suddenly I'm screaming
Why wasn't I good enough
Even though I know you're not gonna come back
I can't wash it away
I'm torn to pieces, I'm broken down
I still see your face when you're not around
I sit here in misery wondering if I'll ever be
Half the man you wanted me to be
I'm torn to pieces, I'm broken down
I still see your face when you're not around
I sit here in misery wondering if I'll ever be
Half the man you wanted me to be
It's tearing me to pieces
Tearing me to pieces
It's tearing me to pieces
Tearing me to pieces
Even though I know you're not gonna come back
I can't wash it away
I'm torn to pieces, I'm broken down
I still see your face when you're not around
I sit here in misery wondering if I'll ever be
Half the man you wanted me to be
I'm torn to pieces, I'm broken down
(I'm torn to pieces)
I still see your face when you're not around
(I'm torn to pieces)
I sit here in misery wondering if I'll ever be
Half the man you wanted me to be
Spread evenly between the words I could feel the vibes of my voice echo into my ears. Though it be a "love song" It have value in more than one way. Really, I didn't t know who I was singing about. Nor did I know if anybody really cared. All I wanted for my life was somebody there. because truly I was torn to pieces. My entire life was about surviving this war, and now that it was over, I didn't know what to do.
@[member="Kira Liadain"]