I have no memory of when I wrote this song, but I think it was sometimes during my earlier teenage years. I happened upon it tonight and it struck me as rather creepy and gloomy, which is odd since I truly don’t have any clue as to what prompted me into writing it in the first place… And now, without further ado, some lyrics from my (apparently) dark teenage years:
In her mind, a shining knight of blue blood and court days. She's stealing kisses in the night, Slowly feeling her new way. Listen closely at the window Of a lover's engined hideout. Not sweet nothings will you hear, Just a grunt and then he'll cry out: "Hey, watch the leather" Romantic girl, this ain't your world, Sonnets dead and gone, Rosy girl, this a thorn filled world, Survival's for the strong.