Who will write me lyrics??

HEy im looking ofr people who will write me lyrics about lost love and or somtihng that oyu cant have? the would be amazing!

Hey i love to write songs, I'll try if you really want someone to write one! Just tell me exactly like you want the lyrics to be and i'll be happy to write them!

I found patience passed out on the basement couch
with a quilt woven of something for somebody's sake.
and i wished it was you who was calm and collected
because assurance keeps me from laying awake.
despite the brutality i've done to my lip, i'm sure that
i never really knew the things i wanted from you.
with thick lines of blackmail, i'm at my wits end now;
you've got this arguement gagged and sealed for two.
this something for somebody is growing so very tiresome,
so you can slip your adues through the mail slot out front.
i have so less of nothing that i feel the glass is a quarter
full of what it ever really seemed to be, shards of glass so blunt.

i've slipped in the middle of circles
with gag rags made to rope.
i've touched difference with my fingertips
just to figure in a form of hope.
i have shirtsleeves full of sweet nothings,
lies and lyrics laced with, it'll all be okay's.
while circles have no beginnings you'll find
neither did we on these road soaked days.

to be quite honest, your biased opinons are burning up
with ashes laid out to surrender to the rain stained air.
and your book smarts wont help you with what i am;
the man that lost his breath inside a whisp of your hair.
i feel everything and anything, i wish you knew that,
maybe then you could have believed what i felt was real.
i never tasted anything like your incentive on a tuesday
and your insight at three am with the looks you left to steal.
but with bitten back one liners, and a heavy held heart
i couldn't hold onto all of the things you've given to me.
so i'll drink my drink, without you knowing some things;
sorts of things you always knew were important to me.

i've slipped in the middle of circles
with gag rags made to rope.
i've touched difference with my fingertips
just to figure in a form of hope.
i have shirtsleeves full of sweet nothings,
lies and lyrics laced with, it'll all be okay's.
while circles have no beginnings you'll find
neither did we on these road soaked days.

there.