Less Woe, More "WHOA!" [pt2...kinda]

I wrote a poem with the same title, but it was different from the context of this song.

I'm broken shards and bolts,

Scattered on a floor.

A mechanical man,

That's losing his form.

Withering under the weight of the world,

And I'm not sure when time went by in such a blur!

 

All I know is, that I'm not singing the same old songs! (Woe, woe, woe, woe- woeee.)

Full of optimism and sunshine- those days are long gone! (Woe, woe, woe, woe- woeee.)

If only we could rewind it and just keep replaying that feeling.

But this isn't a metaphor-

Life really is a b***h,

And it's such a pain, dealing!

I've had enough!

Less woe,

MORE WHOA!

 

I'm biting my thumb,

I'm feeling so dumb.

Insides numb-

While staring at a heart in crumbs.

Do I- Do I-

Even dare to put it back together?

When I- When I-

I'm paranoid of breaking AGAIN.

 

 

All I know is, that I'm not singing the same old songs! (Woe, woe, woe, woe- woeee.)

Full of optimism and sunshine- those days are long gone! (Woe, woe, woe, woe- woeee.)

If only we could rewind it and just keep replaying that feeling.

But this isn't a metaphor-

Life really is a b***h,

And it's such a pain, dealing!

I've had enough!

Less woe,

MORE WHOA!

 

No more torture from my own voices,

No more cuffs from my own fears,

No more leash from their seduction,

F**K THIS HURT,

JUST DISAPPEAR.

 

 

All I know is, that I wanna sing the same old songs! (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa- whoaaa.)

Full of optimism and sunshine- those days shouldn't be gone! (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa- whoaaa.)

If only we could rewind it and just keep replaying that feeling.

But this isn't a metaphor-

Life really is a b***h,

And it's such a pain, dealing!

I've had enough!

Less woe,

MORE WHOA!