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this is a song that I wrote, about how screwed up society is these days and the people of it. I began writing it in composition about 2 weeks ago. The class task was to write something using the opening line of "It;s never too late to be who you might have been," using 2 colours and onomateopeia. This is the finished and edited result of what I wrote. song is yet to be titles... and open to suggestions for all you readers who need to comment :)

verse 1:
it's never too late to be who you might have been.
look out the window and what do you see?
sunshine and blue skies above me;
society can be so mean.
 SMASH! goes the glass bottle! CLANK! goes his head!

SPLATTER! goes his blood! OH NO! he is dead!

pre-chorus:
a little girl is born in blood.
an old man is crying.
turn aorund and what is left?
everyone is dying.

chorus:
so why do we become bypassers to all the casualties.
with A black stain on our hearts, we watch the fire burn.
Pushing past the ignorance, our neighbour turns a blind eye.
You act like you see nothing, as you just walk on by. 

VS2.

It's never too late to be who you might have been.

A woman pursues vengeance.

her dark passenger takes over.

she succumbs to an illusion!

as a man's knocked out by a crowbar!

Oozing are the pussy scabs! whispers are all he hears. WOOF! go the barking dogs.

We're all cowards to our fears!

Pre-chorus

a little girl is born in blood.
an old man is crying.
turn aorund and what is left?
everyone is dying.

chorus:
so why do we become bypassers to all the casualties.
with A black stain on our hearts, we watch the fire burn.
Pushing past the ignorance, our neighbour turns a blind eye.
You act like you see nothing, as you just walk on by. 

Bridge:

Living in oblivion, our neighbour wears a mask.

and then reveals himself by hiding his heart.

With our deepest fears reflecting back, our secrets are concealed.

You would rather run then stay and fight.

Your disguise, your only shield.

pre-chorus

a little girl is born in blood.
an old man is crying.
turn aorund and what is left?
everyone is dying.

chorus:
so why do we become bypassers to all the casualties.
with A black stain on our hearts, we watch the fire burn.
Pushing past the ignorance, our neighbour turns a blind eye.
You act like you see nothing, as you just walk on by.