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Published: December 2, 2011
Caught up in the undertow
You're pushing me and you're pulling me
Still, somehow, I miss you so
Where did you go?
The part of you I'll always know
Where did you go?
I know I'm failing you,
But answer me this
How long were they disappointed in you?
I am just so numb
All I want is to be more like me
Can you see?
I don't want to be you?
Where did you go?
I miss you so
The part of you I used to know
But I'm growing numb
Under the pressure
Cast in the shadow
Walking in your shoes
I'm caught in the undertow
And I know you're disappointed in me
But every step causes more pain
I don't know how much more I can take
I'm growing numb
All I want to be is more like me
But I miss you so?
Where did you go?
It feels like it's been forever
You've been gone
Why can't you see?
I need to be more like me
And less like you
But I'm caught in the undertow
Caught in the world's undertow
Caught in your undertow
Where did you go?
I miss you so
Why is every step I take
Just another mistake
To you?
I guess I am not going to be
What you need to see
But I'm growing so faithless
Caught under the pressure
I won't linger in your shadow
But I miss you so
Where did you go?
The side of you that helped me through
I may end up failing too
But I'll still be me
Instead of you
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© 2011 - 2019 Muzica-chan
This is an art trade for the amazingly epic :iconmelancholicdrips: <3
:3

She requested a poem inspired by these two songs: [link] & [link]

Listening to the two, I got thinking about how even when someone treats us badly, trying to force us in a mold, it isn't always easy to let go. Instead, we stick around, hoping that they'll return to the person we used to know, missing them sorely even though they're right in front of us.

Instead of writing this, I thought to pick out different lyrics and twist them together with as few original lines as possible.

I am satisfied with the results, surprisingly.

Melancholicdrips, tell me if you want something/anything/everything changed. :3 It isn't a problem. And if you don't like it, say so and I'll scramble to make something new. xD
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He tied piano strings to his heart, so that every time it beat it didn't sound so empty inside. But the music in his heart couldn’t permeate the hollow air as the metronome kept time for the clock. One, two. One, two. Reedy notes plummeted from his lips as he made me pluck out Tchaikovsky and Bach when all I wanted to play was twinkletwinklelittlestar. "I'm just a little girl." My fingers tripped and stumbled and I know that I could never play as well as he needed me to; I could never keep his notes from slipping off the page. White and black sideswiped my fingers, as I struck one chord too many. "I've always wanted to
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kudghbkaumnf kuahrgawng :D:heart::dummy: I love it! :D so much :heart::heart::heart: Thank you so much!
Damn.. now I really have to make sure my drawing is the definition of amazingly epic :XD:

but I really do love it :D (getting a pen and paper to copy it and put it on my wall :D)
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>w< I am still so very, very happy to hear that. Thank you so much.
xD All of your art is the definition of epically amazing anyway~

I am honored to hear that. ^^ Thank you.
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:D:D:D thankYOU haha :XD:
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Saw the first line, scanned the rest, and figured out Numb was involved before I saw the description :3

Went back and read it all. Good stuff
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xDD Yeah. I miss this band so much now. I used to be obsessed. xD
Thank you so much. ^^ I just hope that Melancholicdrips agrees. xD
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Linkin Park used to be all I listen to. And then one day I was like "Oh hey, there are other bands. I should listen to some of them. Yeah...". And then suddenly my tastes in music expanded, and my life began anew! Or something similarly dramatic
I'm sure they will :)
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My taste in music has always been wide and varied, but I used to be obsessed with Linkin Park and Three Days Grace. Then, I found Ani DiFranco, and from there, I have grown more varied in my taste. ^^
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I've been spending more of my time working on my own music as of late rather than listening. Finding...varying amounts of success in that. Trying to split inspiration between writing stories and writing music is strange...
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