♪♫ Guess the Song! ♪♫

“Letter To My Heart” by Jim Reeves, I believe.

Will you recognise me?
Look my way, or never love me
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down

Don't You Forget About Me?

Let's just say, I loathe it all!
Every little trait, however small
Makes my very flesh begin to crawl
With simple utter loathing

“What Is This Feeling?” from the Wicked musical, sung by Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth, which I’ve played so many times it’s more prominent in my mind than the homework.

And she’s watching him with those eyes
And she’s loving him with that body, I just know it
Yeah, and he’s holding her in his arms late, late at night

man i love jessie's girl more than anything. one of my favorite oldies.

We could do so much better than this
Emotionally in fences and momentary bliss
We could do so much better than this
Oh Rita, oh Rita

Momentary Bliss!!

There's a hole in my hat
Shows a near miss grazing my scalp
And my hand are the only injuries
I'll stand if I can
When I fall, forget me

I'm sorry. I don't know the song...

And now I want brimstone in my garden
I want roses set on fire
And I, well I want what's best for me
And I, I think I know just what that means
Just what that means

@Phoenix Lyre's is "In the Corner Dunce" by Aleka's Attic, and the one above me is "Little Pistol" by Mother Mother (is that how you spell it?).

Carrots help us see much better in the dark
Don't talk to girls, they'll break your heart
And this is my head and this is my spout
They work together, they can't figure anything out

@ Leonard Oaksworth ^ Kill the director by the Wombats

I got four red bottoms up in flames at my place now
I burned three Chanel dresses, three words we don't say now
And it's hard not to drink when it's the one thing I think about
It's a lot of spiders in the attic, I don't mean to be dramatic
But I think it's kinda tragic who we magically became now

"In the Misty Moonlight" by Jerry Wallace/Jim Reeves i'm noticing a pattern here

They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do