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Starving For Attention by Geri Karlstrom:

Bones are beautiful
My drug of choice
Striving for perfection
And I'm driven to
Run to you
In the wrong direction

How does that make you feel?
[/b]Why can't I make you see?

[Chorus]
Mom and Daddy look
It's your little girl
Starving for attention
Too much on my plate
Things that I can't face
Starving for attention


I can't be myself
The mirror tells
Lies and says I'm ugly

Am I really here?
I cut my skin
It takes a knife to find me
I can't make me feel
So now I have to bleed


[Repeat Chorus]

Hungry empty lost in her pain
She can't tell you
So she slowly fades away

Mom and Daddy look
It's your little girl
Dying for attention
Too much on her plate
Things that she can't face
Starving for attention
Craving your attention
She's dying for your attention
 
Deadmau5 - Strobe

There's no vocals, but the melody and sounds speak tons.
 
Sylvia Plath - Ryan Adams

I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
Busted tooth and a smile
And cigarette ashes in her drink
The kind that goes out and then sleeps for a week
The kind that goes out on her own
To give me a reason, for well, I dunno

And maybe she'd take me to France
Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance
In a mansion on the top of a hill
She'd ash on the carpets
And slip me a pill
Then she'd get me pretty loaded on gin
And maybe she'd give me a bath
How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath

And she and I would sleep on a boat
And swim in the sea without clothes
With rain falling fast on the sea
While she was swimming away, she'd be winking at me
Telling me it would all be okay
Out on the horizon and fading away
And I'd swim to the boat and I'd laugh
I gotta get me a Sylvia Plath

And maybe she'd take me to France
Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance
In a mansion on the top of a hill
She'd ash on the carpets
And slip me a pill
Then she'd get pretty loaded on gin
And maybe she'd give me a bath
How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
 

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