New Song(demo): Above is a rough demo of a song I wrote today, which is entitled "Let It Go." The lyrics below and those I sang on the demo don't match since it is a work in progress.
Let It Go
words and music by Ken May 139 ©2011
I'll admit that he treated you bad,
Crushed every dream that you had,
Lead you on so that he could let you down,
Made you the joke of every clown in town.
You use to have so much hope and pride,
But then something die deep inside.
Now while you're lying awake at night,
Here's some good advice:
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Here's a sermon you've heard before,
“Vengeance is mine,” saith the Lord,
Like every little schoolboy knows,
We reap just what we sow.
You use to have so much hope and pride,
But then something die deep inside.
Remember while you plot his swift demise
That every murder is suicide.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.
And when you lay yourself down to sleep,
Say a little prayer for his soul.
Don't you know we're know for the promises we keep
And the grudges we let go.
I'll concede he didn't treat you well,
What he put you through was a living hell,
Lead you on so that he could let you down,
Made you the joke of every clown in town.
You use to have so much hope and pride,
But then something die deep inside.
Now while you're lying awake at night,
Here's some good advice.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.
copyright 2011 Ken May 139 www.kenmay.com
Let It Go
words and music by Ken May 139 ©2011
I'll admit that he treated you bad,
Crushed every dream that you had,
Lead you on so that he could let you down,
Made you the joke of every clown in town.
You use to have so much hope and pride,
But then something die deep inside.
Now while you're lying awake at night,
Here's some good advice:
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Here's a sermon you've heard before,
“Vengeance is mine,” saith the Lord,
Like every little schoolboy knows,
We reap just what we sow.
You use to have so much hope and pride,
But then something die deep inside.
Remember while you plot his swift demise
That every murder is suicide.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.
And when you lay yourself down to sleep,
Say a little prayer for his soul.
Don't you know we're know for the promises we keep
And the grudges we let go.
I'll concede he didn't treat you well,
What he put you through was a living hell,
Lead you on so that he could let you down,
Made you the joke of every clown in town.
You use to have so much hope and pride,
But then something die deep inside.
Now while you're lying awake at night,
Here's some good advice.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.
copyright 2011 Ken May 139 www.kenmay.com