Misc Your Songs - Voidbass - little bit of a life story

^Dsus4Life's not a struggle if you ^Dlive without a care. ^Dsus2I don't breathe the poison the ^Amedia puts ^A7in the air, ^BmLiving my life on a ^F#mday-to-day basis, ^Dplaying my music with my ^Ahead in the ^A7clouds. ^Dsus4Started off strong with a cha^Dotic tiny life, ^Dsus2searching for a purpose and ad^Aventure with a ^A7wife. I ^Bmterrified my mother since the ^F#mtime that I could crawl, a ^Dtiny little monster who ^Alived to climb the ^A7walls. ^Dsus4But before then, be^Dfore my first breath, I ^Dsus2nearly ended up with an a^Abominable ^A7death. My ^Bmbrother was unborn before ^F#mI was the age of one, ^Done simple decision that ^Acannot be un^A7done. A ^Dsus4father who was not ready for the res^Dponsibility of a child, to a ^Dsus2single mother I was born, ^Aboth of us free spirited and ^A7wild. ^BmI know I wasn't easy mom, so ^F#mthanks for sticking around. I ^Dknow that in the coming years, ^AI won't fail to make you ^A7proud.

The ^Efirst chapter of my ^Alife is still incom^Dplete, the pages of my ^Gchildhood full of excitement and be^Alief That my ^Edreams were not dreams, but ^Agoals to be acheived, and ^Din the coming years, the ^Gfurther I will l^A7eave My ^Ehometown so small and ^Acrushed of hopes and dreams, a ^Dshell of a former city with no ^Ghope of re^Ademption. So ^Eonward I go, seeking ad^Aventure and true love, a ^Dromantic in the city which pro^Gduced the instru^A7ment of love. My ^Econstant companion, my ^Asilver saxophone; ^Dshe and I have come to the ^Gplace which she calls ^Ahome. It is ^EGermany of course, the ^Acountry of which I speak, ^Dmy new hometown and ^Gfutureplace which my ^Adreams will seek Ful^Efillment of desires, of ^Amusic and love true, ^Dboth of which I found, ^Gone a great ta^Aboo. But ^Eback to the story, the ^Apages yet to come, and the ^Dstory of mine which ^C#almost was undone.

The ^Dsus4beginning of my schooling was ^Drough and incomplete, for I ^Dsus2failed to fit the system of dead ^Achildren with no ^A7dreams, But in^Bmstead lived my life with ^F#mboundless energy, ram^Dbunctious and wild, a ^Asoul noisy and ^A7free. They ^Dsus4tried to tame me, to ^Dbreak me and reign me in, but ^Dsus2free spirited I remain, ^Afull of hope and ^A7sin. I ^Bmgrew to fit the system a^F#mround the age of twelve, but ^Dstill was to my mother, something ^Alike a child from ^A7 hell. I was ^Dsus4still full of hopes and dreams, ^Dfull to the brim, in fact. Al^Dsus2though I had been tamed a bit, my ^Asoul was still in^A7tact. I was ^Bmstill full of energy and an ^F#munfound love of music, a ^Dtalent which I cherish, and would ^Adie if I ^A7lose it. ^Dsus4Towards the end of middle school, I ^Dfound my first love. A ^Dsus2beaten soul with cuts and bruises that I ^Awished that I could ^A7fix. This ^Bmsoul and I are close, even ^F#mnow that we're apart. ^DI have given her to keep some ^Asmall peice of my ^A7heart.

The ^Efirst chapter of my ^Alife is still incom^Dplete, the pages of my ^Gchildhood full of excitement and be^Alief That my ^Edreams were not dreams, but ^Agoals to be acheived, and ^Din the coming years, the ^Gfurther I will l^A7eave My ^Ehometown so small and ^Acrushed of hopes and dreams, a ^Dshell of a former city with no ^Ghope of re^Ademption. So ^Eonward I go, seeking ad^Aventure and true love, a ^Dromantic in the city which pro^Gduced the instru^A7ment of love. My ^Econstant companion, my ^Asilver saxophone; ^Dshe and I have come to the ^Gplace which she calls ^Ahome. It is ^EGermany of course, the ^Acountry of which I speak, ^Dmy new hometown and ^Gfutureplace which my ^Adreams will seek Ful^Efillment of desires, of ^Amusic and love true, ^Dboth of which I found, ^Gone a great ta^Aboo. But ^Eback to the story, the ^Apages yet to come, and the ^Dstory of mine which ^C#almost was undone.

My ^Dsus4mother and I grew distant, ^Dcollege was the reason, we con^Dsus2tinued to drift apart without ^Ahope of re^A7demption. Her ^Bmchild grew up, now a^F#mlone, bit by bit, still ^Dlooking for romantic love, ^Anot the toxic ^A7shit. But ^Dsus4toxic love is hard to spot, and ^Dinto it I fell, with a^Dsus2nother soul whose head was her ^Aown personal ^A7hell. ^BmShe became my life for the next ^F#mthree or so years, but fell a^Dpart again and again, each ^Atime with less ^A7tears. My ^Dsus4high school life was unexciting, a^Dpart from my love, but I ^Dsus2did find my passion, my ^Agift from God a^A7bove. ^BmMusic is my calling, the ^F#mreason I'm alive. They say ^Dhome is where the heart is, and in ^Amusic I find my ^A7stride. ^Dsus4I developed my talent, and loved the ^Dpassion I could share. ^Dsus2I could communicate my ^Alove into the ^A7air. ^BmBut music, sadly, ^F#mwas not good enough, to ^Dkick out all the dark thoughts, the ^Asins and depression and ^A7such.

The ^Efirst chapter of my ^Alife is still incom^Dplete, the pages of my ^Gchildhood full of excitement and be^Alief That my ^Edreams were not dreams, but ^Agoals to be acheived, and ^Din the coming years, the ^Gfurther I will l^A7eave My ^Ehometown so small and ^Acrushed of hopes and dreams, a ^Dshell of a former city with no ^Ghope of re^Ademption. So ^Eonward I go, seeking ad^Aventure and true love, a ^Dromantic in the city which pro^Gduced the instru^A7ment of love. My ^Econstant companion, my ^Asilver saxophone; ^Dshe and I have come to the ^Gplace which she calls ^Ahome. It is ^EGermany of course, the ^Acountry of which I speak, ^Dmy new hometown and ^Gfutureplace which my ^Adreams will seek Ful^Efillment of desires, of ^Amusic and love true, ^Dboth of which I found, ^Gone a great ta^Aboo. But ^Eback to the story, the ^Apages yet to come, and the ^Dstory of mine which ^C#almost was undone.

Al^Dsus4though I discovered my ^Dcalling of music, I ^Dsus2still found myself in a ^Aland of great de^A7mise. My ^Bmmind stayed dark and closed and cold, the ^F#mair inside was bitter, the ^Dlove I sought grew sour, and the more ^Adistant I be^A7came. My ^Dsus4arms grew red and my neck a ^Dshade of blue, the ^Dsus2life of mine, so full of hope I ^Asought to start a^A7new. But my ^Bmfamily and friends found me ^F#mout and brought to trial my ^Dhead; my mind was poisoned and ^Athought it better to be ^A7dead. ^Dsus4I was admitted to a mental ward where ^DI would spend a week with ^Dsus2people tortured but lively, to ^Awhich I felt ^A7I could speak ^BmFreely of my desires, thoughts, ^F#mhopes and dreams, of my de^Dpression and love of music, ^Amountains and ^A7trees; Of the ^Dsus4sound of rain on a late summer night, and the ^Dsmell of grass cut new, of the ^Dsus2scent of a warm day, where the ^Astreets are filled with ^A7dew. This ^Bmfreedom of expression and un^F#mlocking of myself was ^Dwhat my mind had been needing to ^Apull me out of my ^A7hell.

The ^Efirst chapter of my ^Alife is still incom^Dplete, the pages of my ^Gchildhood full of excitement and be^Alief That my ^Edreams were not dreams, but ^Agoals to be acheived, and ^Din the coming years, the ^Gfurther I will l^A7eave My ^Ehometown so small and ^Acrushed of hopes and dreams, a ^Dshell of a former city with no ^Ghope of re^Ademption. So ^Eonward I go, seeking ad^Aventure and true love, a ^Dromantic in the city which pro^Gduced the instru^A7ment of love. My ^Econstant companion, my ^Asilver saxophone; ^Dshe and I have come to the ^Gplace which she calls ^Ahome. It is ^EGermany of course, the ^Acountry of which I speak, ^Dmy new hometown and ^Gfutureplace which my ^Adreams will seek Ful^Efillment of desires, of ^Amusic and love true, ^Dboth of which I found, ^Gone a great ta^Aboo. But ^Eback to the story, the ^Apages yet to come, and the ^Dstory of mine which ^C#almost was undone.

^Dsus4After all this time, I ^Dstill seek love and music. My ^Dsus2dreams have not been crushed, my ^Afire not yet un^A7lit. I've ^Bmfound a love, now far away, but ^F#mwho will stand true to me, who will a^Dwait my coming home with ^Aopen arms of ^A7glee. My ^Dsus4city life is so exciting; I've for^Dgotten about my home. I ^Dsus2don't want to think, don't want to dance, just ^Awant to simply ^A7be. ^BmIn the coming years, my gift will ^F#mblossom into something great, and my ^Dhometown will remain forgoten, the ^Amemory will ^A7fade. I ^Dsus4will live on and find myself in the ^Dcity of Berlin. And ^Dsus2maybe even find success and some ^Ahope from with^A7in. But I'm in ^Bmdanger here, as well, of ^F#mfalling back inside to the ^Dcomfortable prison which ^AI used to re^A7side. But ^Dsus4only time will tell if I will ^Dbe consumed again, or ^Dsus2find myself a new life to live with ^Ahope and good ^A7friends. For ^Bmnow, I guess, I must wait for the ^F#mfuture to come, all the ^Dwhile doing my best, and try ^Anot to be un^A7done.

The ^Efirst chapter of my ^Alife is still incom^Dplete, the pages of my ^Gchildhood full of excitement and be^Alief That my ^Edreams were not dreams, but ^Agoals to be acheived, and ^Din the coming years, the ^Gfurther I will l^A7eave My ^Ehometown so small and ^Acrushed of hopes and dreams, a ^Dshell of a former city with no ^Ghope of re^Ademption. So ^Eonward I go, seeking ad^Aventure and true love, a ^Dromantic in the city which pro^Gduced the instru^A7ment of love. My ^Econstant companion, my ^Asilver saxophone; ^Dshe and I have come to the ^Gplace which she calls ^Ahome. It is ^EGermany of course, the ^Acountry of which I speak, ^Dmy new hometown and ^Gfutureplace which my ^Adreams will seek Ful^Efillment of desires, of ^Amusic and love true, ^Dboth of which I found, ^Gone a great ta^Aboo. ^EThis is my story so ^Afar, the pages written to ^Ddate, but more to come in ^C#futuretime with stories to re^Alate.