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It Hasn't hit me, yet lyrics

Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2017 5:43 pm
by Toby Roktot
It hasn’t hit me, yet toby roktot 1/17
V1..
CHANGE...................CHANGE
SOMETIMES IT WORKS
SOMETIMES IT HURTS
CHANGE
V2..
LOVE...................TRUE LOVE
CAN MAKE THINGS RIGHT
CAN RUIN YOUR LIFE
LOVE
Ch..
I CAN FACE TODAY IF I DON'T THINK OF TOMORROW
JUST ONE MORE DAY TO LIVE WITHOUT THE SORROW
I ALWAYS TRIED TO BE WHAT YOU WANTED ME TO BE
I GUESS...IT HASN'T HIT ME YET
V3..
GONE............LONG GONE
ARGUMENTS....DEBATE
I JUST CAN'T RELATE
GOODBYE....FARE THE WELL
CAN'T LIVE ON THE EDGE OF HEAVEN OR HELL

CHORUS

Re: It Hasn't hit me, yet lyrics

Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 6:14 am
by Caravan Ray
I offered myself as a candidate for your affection
But I wasn't prepared for your subsequent complete rejection
I been walking round the streets shaking my head in disbeleif
shedding tears of disappointment, mordid dread fear and greif

But I don't think that its fully hit me yet
Things are pretty bad, but not as bad as they will get

Well when we played those party games I thought you shared my idealism
But you grabbed that other guy like he grabs feline euphamisms
Its dark and getting darker but not yet my darkest hour
Though Im Dirty and degraded like 'Ive had a golden shower


But I don't think that its fully hit me yet
Things are pretty bad, but not as bad as they will get

I could have been so good for you
But instead of building bridges you chose to build a wall
You just don't know whats good for you
Faced with two clear choices, you chose deplorable

But I don't think that its fully hit me yet
Things are pretty bad, but not as bad as they will get
But I don't think that its fully hit me yet
Things are pretty bad, but not as bad as they will get
But one thing reassures me as things fall into disorder
I'm looking forward to a lovely dose of schadenfreude

It Hasn't Hit Me Yet

Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 8:10 pm
by Geoff WreckdoM
It Hasn't Hit Me Yet
by WreckdoM

Shoot me full of coke and drive a spike into my head.
Keep me locked up in your basement, feed me moldy bread.
Keep me naked, keep me cold, use me like a toy.
See if you can fry my brain like a bubbling Polaroid.
But what if I get addicted to it?
But what if I get addicted to it?
But what if I get addicted to it?
What if?
It hasn't hit me yet.

Fill me full of Coffee. Sit me in my chair.
Cover my desk with blank reports and deadlines almost here.
Tell me I'm sub par but with a tiny whiff of hope.
Then give my work to someone else for three times what it cost.
But what if I get addicted to it?
But what if I get addicted to it?
But what if I get addicted to it?
What if?
It hasn't hit me yet.