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100masks
100masksI write Horror with the occasional Fic
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Ok. So I wrote this song based on how I feel about a brother who has not spoken to me in 8 YEARS. It means a lot to me so if people could shout out this song, get the word out, repost it.. that would mean so much.

Casket: Original song

Ok. So I wrote this song based on how I feel about a brother who has not spoken to me in 8 YEARS. It means a lot to me so if people could shout out this song, get the word out, repost it..

that would mean so much.

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A tisket, a tasket,

A personal casket,

Made out of wicker,

From the times we used to bicker and fight,

And all the bitter things,

That you said to me,

Embedded in my memory,

For each and every single night,

I got some demons,

And I hope that you can see them,

Since we all know who's to blame,

It doesn't take a man to reason,

But it does to feel the shame,

We all know you had your problems,

That you tried so hard to solve them,

And when you finally hit the bottom,

You just renounced my name,

A tisket, a tasket,

A personal casket,

Made out of wicker,

From the times we used to bicker and fight,

And all the bitter things,

That you said to me,

Embedded in my memory,

For each and every single night,

I have a burden,

That's all I know for certain,

Since you ended all our talks,

Going and closing all the curtains,

I think my faith went for a walk,

I had to turn to someone else see,

To try and retain my sanity,

But now I've reached some clarity,

And I don't want you back,

A tisket, a tasket,

A personal casket,

Made out of wicker,

From the times we used to bicker and fight,

And all the bitter things,

That you said to me,

Embedded in my memory,

For each and every single night,

Come to me,

And you plead,

Just to let you in,

Try so hard,

Fix these scars,

But I hold the cards,

You don't know,

I won't show,

As my feelings roam,

All this pain,

Always rain,

Never coming home,

Build me a coffin,

I feel like you are laughing,

I know you never wanted,

All of this to happen,

But now we are all haunted,

We had to build back up morale,

Catch each other as we fell,

But we've fallen into hell,

And you just stared and taunted.

A tisket, a tasket,

A personal casket,

Made out of wicker,

From the times we used to bicker and fight,

And all the bitter things,

That you said to me,

Embedded in my memory,

For each and every single night,

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