I wrote a song.

I'm very proud of myself at the moment. It's not a great song and I should probably stick to writing narratives but it's still a song. There's a reason behind this. Well Rachel is a songwriter. And from what I've seen she's a very good one. And I suppose I'm a little jealous of that. I mean I'm an accomplished enough writer but my poetry isn't that great. And song writing to an extent is poetry.

I'm a very jealous person at times. But I don't just sit and lust. I attempt to make a copy, or do what the persons doing. That's the reason I started playing League. Because I saw Micheal having fun on it and I wanted that fun as well. It's the motivation behind a lot of what I do. But jealousy sounds a bit morbid. So we shall call it impression and inspiration. That sounded better in my head.

Anyway here's the song lyrics. No tune because I am musically illiterate.

What happened?
Where'd you go?
Why can't I follow?
I just don't know.


It's like you've disappeared. 
Gone without a trace.
Full run to dead stop, 
such a tragic change of pace. 


I'm finished breaking up and now I'm breaking down.


I'm still crying over what I can't control.
I'm still obsessing over it all.
But now you're gone I still haven't learnt. 
Time to stop feeling small.
I'm still watching smoke and mirrors.
And I'll never stand tall. 


I thought you were all
But it was only some
And it's something 
I can't get from another one. 


But I loved you once
And I still care
I can't let you go.
So please stay near. 


I don't want to lose you but you never win if you don't play.


I'm still crying over what I can't control.
I'm still obsessing over it all.
But now your gone I still haven't learnt.
Time to stop feeling small.
I'm still watching smoke and mirrors.
And I'll never stand tall.


But waiting for something
That never seems to come.
It's a waste of all this time.
And leaves you feeling glum.


I'll be here if I'm needed
And gone if I'm not.
I thought I'd gained nothing
Turns out I got a lot.


I'm done crying over what I can't control.
I'm done obsessing over it all.
And now that your gone I've started to learn.
Time to stop feeling small.
I'm sick of watching smoke and mirrors. 
It's time that I stood tall.


The computers at the digital doctors. Hopefully it's done soon. But I have the ancient dinosaur that pretends it's a computer. And I really should be like Whoo I have a dinosaur. Anyway the computer has been resurrected and protected. That will do for now. Grr English techniques.

Peace off.
Nah i'm not stealing that off tobuscus.
In the name of the Emperor, Finish This!