Love-sadKID - Prequel lyrics
[Love-sadKID - Prequel lyrics]
This is a prequel to a love life
The prequel to my friends
The start of something different after
Something else would end
This is a brand new story
Or maybe one that’s super old
Well either way I suppose that it’s
One I never told like:
Before the "cheeky romantic with
Plans of an exodus"
And the "head in the clouds kid
With a goal to amass fans"
Was a quiet child one that
Tried to hide his smiles
Dreaming life was half as wild as
His life was twice as mild
A kid who fell in love
With story books and literature
Worlds that weren’t his own, and in his head
And then he would picture her
A muse to songs he didn’t write
And he often thought he had no type
But deep within his sleep and in the night
There was a girl of light
The right one for him, artisan crafted
He didn’t tell anyone
He was afraid of being laughed at
Scribbling doodles he wasn’t an artist
But he had a vision
Once it had started, a man on a mission
He made it his target to
Find what he’s missing
And he found out what he'd missed one day
Thought she’d be his miss one day
He only dreamed that they’d kiss one day
And it fell apart, in one day
He was broken, conflicted
Torn open and ripped
It has shattered his walls
And emotions were endless
He searched for his purpose
His thought process simple
Could it be his attitude, hair, height
Or pimples? Was there something wrong? Maybe
He wasn’t an equal
Maybe there was deceit? Nah
Wait she wasn’t evil
Maybe he didn’t mean as much or
Said something he didn’t mean to
But we’ll stop right there because
This is just the prequel
The prequel to my friends
The start of something different after
Something else would end
This is a brand new story
Or maybe one that’s super old
Well either way I suppose that it’s
One I never told like:
Before the "cheeky romantic with
Plans of an exodus"
And the "head in the clouds kid
With a goal to amass fans"
Was a quiet child one that
Tried to hide his smiles
Dreaming life was half as wild as
His life was twice as mild
A kid who fell in love
With story books and literature
Worlds that weren’t his own, and in his head
And then he would picture her
A muse to songs he didn’t write
And he often thought he had no type
But deep within his sleep and in the night
There was a girl of light
The right one for him, artisan crafted
He didn’t tell anyone
He was afraid of being laughed at
Scribbling doodles he wasn’t an artist
But he had a vision
Once it had started, a man on a mission
He made it his target to
Find what he’s missing
And he found out what he'd missed one day
Thought she’d be his miss one day
He only dreamed that they’d kiss one day
And it fell apart, in one day
He was broken, conflicted
Torn open and ripped
It has shattered his walls
And emotions were endless
He searched for his purpose
His thought process simple
Could it be his attitude, hair, height
Or pimples? Was there something wrong? Maybe
He wasn’t an equal
Maybe there was deceit? Nah
Wait she wasn’t evil
Maybe he didn’t mean as much or
Said something he didn’t mean to
But we’ll stop right there because
This is just the prequel