One Man Band

I was just freaking out because I misplaced my chap stick and it feels like the dead of winter outside.
Then I found a fresh stick in my school bag and it actually kind of made my day.
These be kissin' lips... not rock solid, but not so soft, a kiss would not be felt by another.
I would say they are just right...
Anyways, off my lips and on to the topic at hand,
ITS SO HARD TO BE A ONE-MAN BAND!
I write and write and write
until I can't write anymore
I play and play and play
but all the sounds I make bleed together as if it were all the same.
If only I had a drummer
my music could have a backbone
If only I had a second guitar player
my strumming could set the tone.
If I only had a keyboard player
I wouldn't have to make all the sounds myself
If I only had an accomplished bass player
to give the music itself the blues.
But there is one thing I would not change, regardless if I am good or not,
I would still want to sing.
My lyrics are my my lyrics
The messages in them, I want to bring.
My thoughts crystallized from pain to paper,
So much more than "I love her, I hate her."
From mind to mouth,
from head to led,
From heart to acoustic,
music born at the foot of my bed.
What do I do when I am bored in class?
I write songs and poetry until enough time has passed.
I want to be the one to sing their tune,
Whether they hurt, comfort, or are not even about you.
I don't write to rhyme,
the words chose me as to deliver their message.
And deliver their message I shall,
Whether by myself, with a full orchestra, or just a few close friends.
All I want is to make music that people use as their away messages
or sing in the shower,
One song or two to just relate to,
to engulf one's hour.
Something to stick...