***Story To Tell***
[foreword]
Broken dreams and hearts-
This is how it starts:
Having picked up a pen
Misty Melville goes again
So stay tuned, my friends
Check how the story ends, yo
[I]
Dear Misty, Bucket list for your future goals:
do drugs, smoke fags, give fucks, hate Poles
Mock all the troubled and disturbed souls
If they ever question how Russian you are
Mention rise of the Soviets and the tsar
Remember — the more Russian, the merrier!
She’d say making me elevate a barrier…
[II]
Dear Misty, things to do when you grow up:
work hard, do not hang out at the graveyard
of shattered dreams; study hard instead
Day and night until you drop fucking dead
Ha, funny, easier said than done
Especially if you used to always be the one
To be deprived of an escape plan
[chorus]
Broken dreams and hearts-
This is how it starts:
Having picked up a pen
Misty Melville goes again
So stay tuned, my friends
Check how the story ends, yo
[III]
Hey, yo, I’m Misty Melville
Born and raised in Loserville
My family’s biggest mismatch
Redefined myself from scratch
When I moved out being only 16
Only my inner demons have always been
Around, screaming aloud, astounded at
How hard I’d fight in a cheap dark flat
‘To say it’s complicated — understatement of the year’
Life would never treat me fair, always caught up in a snare
No wonder dying had become my favorite pastime
And my only bullets were words, my pen and a rhyme
[chorus]
Broken dreams and hearts-
This is how it starts:
Having picked up a pen
Misty Melville goes again
So stay tuned, my friends
Check how the story ends, yo
[bridge]
Time’s passed, as a result I am an adult
My past had been burnt and finally I learnt
That although I will always be creased,
At least the past is deceased and that beast
Will forever be gone, the line’s been drawn.
[closing stanza/punchliner]
Dear Misty, I don’t believe in a happy ending
Still a lot needs going through and mending
Some scars are just too deep under my skin
No matter how much I’d like to forget my sin
I might never win this inner struggle
On the surface — I bubble, inside I juggle
With my words and rhymes against all the trouble
It all seems like, although I’m not a dyke
At the end of a day, I can only be gay
Once I have faced and tamed
All the things I have ever blamed
for making me ashamed in my past
Although such a long time has passed
I just have to know that no matter what
I can’t follow my inner urges, gotta stop
Before I have got multiple restraining orders
Before I get to develop all my twisted disorders.
/afterword/
Now that you know my story, don’t you worry
All I ever wanted was somebody to feel sorry.
/I’ve put the pen away, hey, hey, Imma sway/
