Sometimes I feel like my voice was wasted on me
My singing voice
I hit notes like they’re a bullseye
Bang bang bang I know your song better than you do
I have the range of a professional singer and if I was a professional singer I’d have a range unheard of in our era of speak singers
If you don’t mind me bragging for a moment
Quite literally the only thing I have completed confidence in
But it feels like it was wasted on me
I lost my chance to take it to the top
Now I just sing for fun
But I want to sing in front of a crowd
Want to hear the applause and feel the energy of a room that’s loving it
Sometimes I’m so jealous of him
Him him
He gets to go out and play a rock show
And I get to sing for six tiny creatures who don’t really understand what singing is or what us humans do it
Just once I’d like to go out and play a rock show
Okay I don’t play instruments I wouldn’t play it but I’d sing the house down
I miss singing in front of people
I miss showing off my voice because somewhere deep down I always knew I was good
And now I’m finally able to say I’m good at it
And there’s no one to listen
It feels like such a waste
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