Standing in the Shadows of Giants

Typical Teenage Breakup Poem

Ive woken up analysing my existence,

But answers I don't think I'll find,

The one I love, well she ain't coming home,

And if she is it isn't to mine,

Found a new pair of arms, to hold her close,

A new infatuation, fresh thrills, I'd never guess who it was,

The worst kept secret since records began,

And who was the fall guy? As it always was,

So I wind up considering perhaps to jack it all in,

Scribbling notes down in some battered doodled notebook.

A bitter fuck-you song, emotional chorus,

Taking shape with orchestral backing, but still a scribble, in a book,

I could see the rocks but I couldn't avoid them,

I foresaw the inevitable but no-one else did,

So I blamed myself, move on, but all the while,

I was being proved right, did you think I was that stupid?

Throw the pen down, fuck it, whats the use?

A bitter rhyming couplet won't change the status quo,

A dent in the wall - frustration got the better of me this time,

Blood, skin cut, tear ducts open, go then, just go.