Demolish Your Plot For A Serenade

It has been well over a year since I've done my hand in some song-writing. These past two days have acted as a mental burden. And for what reason? Nothing. So I've decided to write it all out in song, thanks to the advice given to me by my mother.

It's just there; and the more I try to find a solution for whatever it is, it gradually worsens because I unintentionally analyse every detail. When my fickle mind plays such thoughts, I face frustration because I know it won't leave me alone for a while. So I wait for it to go away.

I shouldn't have done it in the first place. This has been the first and only time I've realised how many mistakes I've made. At first I couldn't help it, and with the help of gradual ignorance, the mistakes have automatically powered itself. It's like growing a breed of mutant sea monkeys, which you have been told has the potential to cause havoc to mankind. And you keep growing them because you're eager to see what result comes out of your ignorance. Then boom, they spiral out of control.

I'll post such notes soon.
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Disenchanted by My Chemical Romance