WILLIAM SCHRUL / SUB-URBAN ADDICTION

WILLIAM SCHRUL / SUB-URBAN ADDICTION

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Pop - Rock | Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States
Total Song Plays: 2   
Member Since: 2004
   Last Login: over 30 days ago

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Plays:

1

Song Description

Therapy

Lyrics

verse 1:
My shrink said I should sit down and write you this letter
And tell you all the things you never seem to hear
Well, it's easy for him to dispense bad advice
Because he's never met anyone like you, my dear

pre-chorus:
And as I sit here and try for the tenth time
All the words escape me, except for my opening line

chorus:
Dear Bitch, these are the only two words I can find
Dear Bitch, this is all I have left inside
Dear Bitch, these are the only two words I can find
Dear Bitch, this is all I have left inside
All I have inside

verse 2:
My friends think I should pick myself up and just move on
They tell me what they think I really need to hear
Well, it's nothing for them to analyze my life
Because they've never dealt with anyone like you, my dear

pre-chorus

chorus

bridge:
My pen won't talk
Words kept locked deep inside
My hand grows tired
I'm uninspired, my paper dry

pre-chorus

chorus



Song Length
5:14
Genres
Rock - General, Pop - Rock
Tempo / Feel
Medium (111 - 130)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal


Language
English

Lyric Credits William Schrul
Music Credits William Schrul and Allen Copeland
Producer Credits Billy Bures and William Schrul