Two similar songs on suicide.

I was watching YouTube with my friend Allan talking about Radiohead Creep and I mentioned it was a song about a young man who committed suicide and that was his note he left and I'm reminded of Blink 182 Adams Song too about the same thing.

We think it's about the artist like Thom but really often artists write music for people and about people they hear about or love.

When you were here before,

I couldn't look you in the eyes..

You're just like an angel,

Your skin makes me cry,

You float like a feather,

In a beautiful world,

You're so fucking special,

I wish I was special,

But I'm a creep.

I don't belong here...

I don't belong here.

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I love Avril Lavigne's song too Nobody's home..

She's like the Female version of Amadeus Mozart what my life was like.

Secretly...

Like that song looks to me about someone observing someone else too, even if it is about Avril, as well.

I remember so many nights, because the coaches were always days late getting across the muddy roads in the rain.. always breaking down, horses even dying on the road and they had to walk to the house about 100km's away.

I would walk around lost inside, wondering what life was about. I wanted to go home to some place so magical why I would watch animals and birds like swans, always at home.. and I felt I was in a sham... a house built for only one purpose, to expose me.. 

The masters would sit watching me write music, and pace around me. Making comment like elementary.. nonsense... idiotic... 

And I learned then in my history to laugh assholes and jerks off, and I would drink wine and just jump around laughing to mock them back.. I wrote Twinkle Twinkle and laughed and said see I'm a 5 year old I can write music!!! Great songs!! ahahahhahahas!!!

They really were rude perverted obnoxious assholes I wanted out of my house, but they just would stay all the time, not want to go home. Creep around my things...

I think the best thing that happened during that time, my wife came and we ran away for a year. And eloped. When I came back I didn't really respond to them much, they still did it but I would walk off and see my wife who found it hard being around them too staring at her.

The worst thing that happened is when my Father died, and he laid in bed sick for years, coughing with no hope of help. You know if we knew vitamin C helped the flu or colds, he might have survived but we thought alcohol worked like Rum or Brandy... made it much worse and he caught a cold in his lungs and got pneumonia.

My death was similar but more in depth, and my Dad's brother I think or his nephew who looked like him came and we studied and he was like Dad's twin. And he helped me write my last few pieces of work.

I died of cold, it was a bitter winter, the snow was all over the house and we couldn't get out to get wood or oil, and it was like a freezer in the end. We tried to laugh and lit candles and paper.. but we were ok really. I laid there smiling and just freezing in bed with 5 blankets on. I didn't think I would die... one morning I was gone.

I didn't get to see my success, only the work done, and a few concerts, but after they found me and my family dead we became super famous. My name was Amadeus Mozart.

But after they found a whole 100 wolves at our door waiting to eat us after that, they added Wolfgang.