I'm 15 years old and an aspiring songwriter/guitarist. This is the latest song I've written. I hope you can see improvement. This is a really personal song to me, and it really reflects my life right now. I took your advice in writing more 'country-like' songs, which show a lot more emotion, and I hope you can see that in my writing. I'm not giving this up, so please, keep giving feedback, It really helps me! Laura
PS: I posted this days ago and had no feedback, I realized it may be because it wan't structured well, so I re-structured it and adjusted a few things.
VERSE 1I’ve got a dream in mind,
It’s staying there, ‘Cause I know I’m gonna get it.
You’re playing me like a tug of war,
Pulling me over the line, to that dull, boring life,
That I don’t wanna live in.
VERSE 2You, spreading your stupid lies,
Getting your kicks from picking on the weaker kid.
I’m just playing it cool,
I’m not putting up with stupid people like you.
“Look at her, thinks she’s smart, so quiet, going nowhere fast. Needs to get real.”
PRE-CHORUSYou’re gonna push me down, bury me deep
But I’m rising back up, not gonna let it be.
You can talk and talk, nothing better to do,
‘Cause one day, you’re gonna be working for me
CHORUSThis time, in a couple of years,
You’ll be sat at home in your worn out jeans
While I’m rocking it out on MTV.
Yeah this time, in a couple years,
You’ll be creeping around pretending you know me,
While I’m hanging around with the people you wished you could be.
This time in a couple of years,
You won’t be tall enough to look down on me.
While I’m living in a nice house, with a studio, by the sea.
This time in a couple of years,
You’ll be looking back, this is who you coulda been.
Whilst I’m strumming my 6 strings, being who I want to be.
VERSE 3I can see your life in a couple of years
It’s looking bleak, you’re still the same, bitter kid
Still talking and bitching, Only It’s too late now cause nobody's listening.
Criticizing, but bragging how you used to know me
But it’ll be too late, you’re gonna be left lonely.
VERSE 4It’s you who needs to get a grip,
You’re a loser, so pathetic,
Pointing out my flaws every time I trip.
But this is when it stops.
I’ve had enough, I’m setting off,
on the road that you could never, ever go down.
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUSBRIDGEWhy should I quit?
For a loser like you.
I'm not stopping dreaming,
You should try too.
CHORUS