Lyricist
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About
- I'm a lyricist looking for musicians to write music to my lyrics.
Hi, I'm a French lyrics who love to write in English and sometime in French,
I am a passionate and aspiring lyricist, eager to carve my niche in this vibrant industry. My love for music is deep-seated, guiding me to explore the art of lyric writing with fresh eyes and a heart eager to express and connect.
All of lyrics i wrote is a deep in my mind and my past, i always write when i have a panic attack or when i'm with my friends
I am a passionate and aspiring lyricist, eager to carve my niche in this vibrant industry. My love for music is deep-seated, guiding me to explore the art of lyric writing with fresh eyes and a heart eager to express and connect.
All of lyrics i wrote is a deep in my mind and my past, i always write when i have a panic attack or when i'm with my friends
Goals
Fun
Genres
PopR&BRock
Use of AI
Doesn't use AI.
Mood of their music
Sad and reflectiveHeavy and powerful
Lyrics
I Don't
Pop, Rock
(Verse 1) Little white pills on the nightstand,
Doctor says, "Take them, you'll understand."
Numb the pain, erase the weight,
But I'm still trapped in a chemical state.
(Pre-Chorus) Swallowed hope in a bitter dose,
Clock ticks slow, but the high is so damn close.
Empty bottles, hollow eyes,
Trading sleep for some alibis.
(Chorus) I'm locked in a chemical cage,
Silver chains wrapped in cellophane rage.
They tell me I'm safe, they tell me I'm sane,
But I feel like a ghost in a medicated haze.
(Verse 2) Blue ones for the morning light,
Red ones just to kill the night. Labels screaming, warning signs,
Still, I chase the neon lines.
(Pre-Chorus) Swallowed hope in a bitter dose,
Clock ticks slow, but the high is so damn close.
Empty bottles, hollow eyes, Trading sleep for some alibis.
(Chorus) I'm locked in a chemical cage,
Silver chains wrapped in cellophane rage.
They tell me I'm safe, they tell me I'm sane,
But I feel like a ghost in a medicated haze.
(Bridge) Doctor's orders, call it fate, Is it healing, or just escape?
Tired lungs, empty veins, No more feeling, no more pain.
(Outro) Little white pills on the nightstand, Doctor says, "Take them, you'll understand." But I don’t No, I don’t.
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