Beast of a Song

This is a song I don't write for anyone This is just one I write to survive Here comes A beast of a song I hope they skip over this one I hope you skip over this one (G#? F? get it out of me!) Bring it on You beast of a song Unfit for anyone I'll let you tear apart my journal just to buy a Little more time to write Or throw around your daddy's clean white kicks And make a mess in the kitchen tonight I'm putting everything I am on the table You're throwing everything you find on the floor all around us This is a song I don't write for anyone This is just one I write to survive My muse mind is pleading and crying that we Gotta get ahold of this one! Gotta get ahold of this one! Get it out of me! And bite down fore it Eats us alive We're running out of time I'll let you have every ounce of me just to buy a Few more minutes of sleep There's nothing I wouldn't give to you girl But I'd give anything to finish this dream I don't know what hurts more my head or the Need to get this music off my chest This is a song I don't write for anyone This is just one I write to survive"