Rock song written, performed and produced by Sean Ferree
I’ve got some news for you
When is enough enough?
I can’t believe it’s true
You say I’ve got nothing to do
Chasing the cats around
Playing Sweet Child O’ Mine
I say I’ll be fine
I’ll sit here and make my sound
I dream of you at times
In a separated reality
A lost sense of rhymes
It lacks form and totality
I am unprepared
This moon state I stared
It’s just repressed fears
I’ve thrown those away for years
I could see you
Desperately looking for answers
I wanted to help
How long before you come up for air
I'm not at all through
Don’t delay all the dancers
Rank me high on your Yelp
This song is an example I care
Copyright 2025 Sean Ferree