addicted to rewriting...
I came across this singer/songwriter's livejournal the other day (He happens to be the 'Brenton' in the comments side section), and he wrote a poem about people that need to be desired, or people that are addicted to attention. It touched something with me, and I started playing with it, and re-working it... So I thought I'd post them up here...
BEFORE
To the flirts, to the players, to the new "friend" every weekends:
Attention is a drug, and you're addicted
I've heard it, I've seen it, just admit it
A razor blade Band-Aid (tape it on)
A deception to cover up your wounds
A fix that leaves you hollow
Your scars, your pain, you're cutting it deeper
Break your arm to numb your heart
With your craving increasing immunity
What will it cost you next time
Deal with your lack of self worth
With an ever cheapening appeal
What will it cost them next time
Doesn't make sense to me either.
It could end today.
AFTER
Attention is a drug, and you're addicted,
I've heard it, I've seen it, just admit it.
A razor blade Band-Aid, just tape it on,
You're desire for the spotlight without the song.
A deception to cover up a soul thats bleeding,
A fix that leaves you lost, alone and needing.
Your scars, your pain, you're cutting it deeper,
In designer dollar fame that makes you cheaper.
Breaking your body doesn't numb the heart,
Two hearts together more than thousands apart.
With your craving increasing immunity
Each time it costs you, nothing is free.
Deal with your self-worth deficiency
Your lustre is fading, can't you see?
Lost your reflection in degenerate shine,
What will it cost be for them next time?
Enjoy. Thats 2 writing compliments in the same week. Crazy.
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