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Feb 24, 2021 09:20AM
Here you go! Sorry it took me so long goodreads didn’t want to work and then my Phone died
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It's fine, thank you!My names Lin, and I usually write music about my life, it's my way of coping. About my anxiety, depression, dealing with loss. Just a trigger warning!
This is the first song I ever wrote, about my anxiety and just feeling alone. I named it Hollow City.Dust all around and the night is cold. I don't know who to trust anymore. I'm all around in this dark world losing my mind. I feel something watching me I think I'm in this way too deep Where color used dark is taking over. Bright turns to black as the nightmares come to life.
It's quickly turning dark in this hollow city, my mind turns to nothing in this hollow city. And everything I knew disappears in the city no. Nothing else matters in the hollow city, so go-ahead and come inside.
The paved roads are cracked like the shattered pieces in my mind. The sky's are breaking as the sky rumbles. I feel my on sanity crumble and do I mean anything at all?
It's quickly turning dark in this hollow city, my mind turns to nothing in this hollow city. And everything I knew disappears in the city no. Nothing else matters in the hollow city, so go-ahead and come inside.
All I need is a voice in the silence, I need a peace in the war. But no one cares about a small person trapped in this small, dark evil little hollow city.
It's quickly turning dark in this hollow city, my mind turns to nothing in this hollow city. And everything I knew disappears in the city no. Nothing else matters in the hollow city, so go-ahead and come inside.
I lost almost lost a friend once, since she was dealing with depression. So I wrote a song for her, to show that she's loved, and I would never forgive myself. This is a huge trigger warning for suicide and mental Illness.My Only Hope (Dealing with loss))
Long gone when I get to your house. Blood spilled on the floor. No one left to blame but me, your life was always temporary. Messy hair, blank stare. Is my life still worth living?
You were my only hope. The only thing worth living for. Now you're somewhere out the door lost in space. My only hope, to get, find the edge of the storm. But it's disappeared to edge of the world where no one goes. No more hope. And now I pity the living.
Sirens blare, outside the windows. I stare, can't look at you, but I have to. Dark clothes, speeches made. Now I'll never escape the dark days
You were my only hope. The only thing worth living for. Now you're somewhere out the door lost in space. My only hope, to get, find the edge of the storm. But it's disappeared to edge of the world where no one goes. No more hope. And now I pity the living.
And I'll never feel your embrace again, light smiles, warm hands. Your grin that makes my day, all of that was yesterday. Your face is only memories, hope gone silent pleas and now...
You were my only hope. The only thing worth living for. Now you're somewhere out the door lost in space. My only hope, to get, find the edge of the storm. But it's disappeared to edge of the world where no one goes. No more hope. And now I pity the living.
As you might be able to tell, I usually right ballads, or slow songs. I have a few that are more about, about my friends or family, but I usually right when I'm feeling depressed or scared as a way to deal with it.
Sometimes I do audio, and it's always acapella because I feel like it makes the songs more raw. Sometimes it acoustic. I'll defiantly do one for My Only Hope as I love this song and it means a lot to me.
A friend recently dumped me, and didn't have the decency to even tell me about it. So this is a cover of Good Enough by Little Mix. It's to everyone who's ever no believed in me, hated on me, didn't except me. My question to you is this: why am I not good enough?Good Enough Cover: https://www.speakpipe.com/voice-recor...
I expirenced bulling, not physical but mental. And this is what I wrote, imagining myself getting over it, fighting back. I call it Try.We live, we die. In the end our lives mean nothing. Days, go by. So is life even worth living? It's hard to get up again, every day, it has no end, so why do I even try to beat the cycle.
You bite my face with your sharp words, push me down, it's so absurd and I get up and I don't know why. But I have to try. I have to try.
I wipe off the tears of blood on my face and spit at, it's never too late until now. Until now. And I don't feel safe with you around, you asks, "why are you on the ground?" I stay quiet and you smirk triumphantly.
You bite my face with your sharp words, push me down, it's so absurd and I get up and I don't know why. But I have to try. I have to try.
Why am I not good enough for you? I can never, never, live up to your standards. But I still try. You're so lonely, such a phony, why are you crying? It's not cause of me. Now you're the one with the battered face, now you can be the one ashamed. I walk away with no remorse, next time be careful with who you to war.
Music is therapeutic for me, and for a lot of people. It makes me happy when I find music I can relate to, like Midnight Love by girl in red, or Good Enough by Little Mix. So that's what I hope for when I write and sing. For people to listen and say, "I know exactly what that feels like."
Woah. I am reading these and to be honest, I am shocked at how good these are. One question though, do you have a YouTube channel or something like taht because you really should have one. Some of the lyrics actually hurt me inside. I love how you wrote down how you got inspiration for your lyrics, even though it may seem hard / personal. Once again, those are some amazing lyrics.
Thank you so much! I don't have a YouTube channel yet, though I am considering it. I appreciate your support, and I'm glad that you found them personal. It means a lot that people enjoy my writing and music!
I often have music blocks, especially when I'm having a hard time and need it most. So if anyone ever has a specific topic that they'd like me to write about or cover they'd like to recommend, I'd love to check it out!
Hey Lin! Could you maybe write about being insecure or not very confident? I just thought of that from the top my head but I think it would be a pretty good idea
This is me looking back on my past self, remembering how I used to think I was nobody, and wanted to just die. I feel a lot of people can relate, and if you can, it gets better, I promise :) Invisible:
Walking with your head down. Trying to not be seen. Don’t you know you’re beautiful? Don’t you know you’re clever and keen. I know you never liked people. And people never like you. By you deserve the world babe. So, I’m going to give it to you.
You try to be invisible; you try to disappear. Try to climb into a hole, because you think no one knows your pain. But I do. I do. I see you dying inside, I see you wanting to cry. Because I have lived your life.
Please don’t take out that knife, don’t scar yourself. It won’t make it better. I know you want to, but just wait for the daylight, for love to come through to you. Just know I love you now, and you should too.
You try to be invisible; you try to disappear. Try to climb into a hole, because you think no one knows your pain. But I do. I do. I see you dying inside, I see you wanting to cry. Because I have lived your life.
Soon you’ll get better, the light will come out. A smile will consume the darkness and snuff it all out. It’s not fine like people tell, and it might never be, but I’ll be there with you forever.
You try to be invisible; you try to disappear. Try to climb into a hole, because you think no one knows your pain. But I do. I do. I see you dying inside, I see you wanting to cry. Because I have lived your life. No more disappearing and no more pain. Just another bright day, for you. Because it has to.
Lin (I have no idea what's going on) wrote: "Audio will come soon :)"ooooh, yay. this sounds like a kool song.
I wanted to make this one more upbeat, since it's from the point of view of current me, and I can love myself, and believe in myself.
I was once in a toxic relationship, and this song means so much to me, as it perfectly describes my current feeling towards the relationship.Midnight Love by girl in red cover: https://www.speakpipe.com/voice-recor...
And, in case you haven't read all of the posts, I just wanted to say again: Trigger warning for anxiety, loss, depression, self harm, and toxic relationships. I will add what trigger it is to each song if there is one.
And I love to recommend music as well! If you give me favorite artist/song then I'm sure I could fine something you'd like.
For this song, I took a bit of liberty to make it my own, mostly it the bridge, which is quite different than the original. Maniac by Conan Gray cover: https://www.speakpipe.com/voice-recor...
Hey Aunt Becca! I like girls, and there's nothing you can do to change that. Sorry If I don't live up to your standards, but I give zero hecks. You are valid and amazing, don't let the homphobes bring you down!girls by girl in red cover: https://www.speakpipe.com/voice-recor...
Remember: this nook is a safe space for all diversities and I am so proud of you for being who you are, closeted or not.
This is a call out to all those sexist, racist, and homophobic people out there. We are strong, independent woman, and don't you forget it! Our Shoes:
Every day we work twice as hard, and get half the pay. Everyday we get called out, while they do the same. I'm sick and tired of the flack that I get as me. As a woman living in this sexist society.
Getting shamed for dating just as much as men, wearing this "revealing" dress, loving who I want to, and doing what I'm supposed to. Getting blamed when I'm the victim, and being taken advantage of, try walking a day in our shoes.
Stop it, stop calling me names, you act like you're in second grade. What, don't except me? You act like that must hurt deep. Do I give a **** I don't think so. I'm not what you say I am, watch as i flaunt what I have, don't need your commentary.
Getting shamed for dating just as much as men, wearing this "revealing" dress, loving who I want to, and doing what I'm supposed to. Getting blamed when I'm the victim, and being taken advantage of, try walking a day in our shoes.
Am I supposed to thank you for your discrimination? Hater be hating, while I vibing, and shaking. Don't want your fake loyalty, I got what I need, me myself and I. Go on and live your miserable life.
Getting shamed for dating just as much as men, wearing this "revealing" dress, loving who I want to, and doing what I'm supposed to. Getting blamed when I'm the victim, and being taken advantage of, try walking a day in our shoes.




