yet another original - You're all talk

this is something that I began writing in song writing class. We were to chose a cliche from a list of cliches and the one i chose was "when the going gets tough - the tough get going." when writing the first 2 verses I tried keeping in mind the whole eel, touch taste concept, learnt in a previous lesson. I also used the concept of beginning with the chorus.

Chorus:
But when I need you, you're no where to be found.
I try to hear you, but all I hear is muffled sound.
Your taste goes to waste, and everything becomes bitter sweet.
The back of your head seems so strong,
because only I could ever be wrong.
When the going gets tough, you get going!


VS1.
I've always needed it in black and white, with decent reasoning behind it.
I've never been one for being smooth, always straight to the point.
I love the idea of coming home to you;
When you'd leave your taste on my tongue
and your sweet stench seeping into my nostrils.
To just inhale you!


Chorus:
But when I need you, you're no where to be found.
I try to hear you, but all I hear is muffled sound.
Your taste goes to waste, and everything becomes bitter sweet.
The back of your head seems so strong,
because only I could ever be wrong.
When the going gets tough, you get going!


VS2.
Should've learnt by now to keep it to myself.
You ony seem to worsen my health.
You've caught me off guard and history repeats itself.
Look at you standing there!
Your abuse tastes like liquor.
Your guard always so strong!



Chorus:
But when I need you, you're no where to be found.
I try to hear you, but all I hear is muffled sound.
Your taste goes to waste, and everything becomes bitter sweet.
The back of your head seems so strong,
because only I could ever be wrong.
When the going gets tough, you get going!

Bridge:
Over the years I have become your personal dust collector.
Sometimes you're absolutely beautiful, and other times I want o shoot you in the head,
and only to bring you back when I miss you.
Now where to go from here?



Chorus:
But when I need you, you're no where to be found.
I try to hear you, but all I hear is muffled sound.
Your taste goes to waste, and everything becomes bitter sweet.
The back of your head seems so strong,
because only I could ever be wrong.
When the going gets tough, you get going!