special

i'm not big enough
but then i'm not small enough
can't be loud enough
nor even quiet enough
i struggle on
with my intention
the sun goes down without a mention
but the songs burn through me like a fire
guess i'm just not that
special
a different tune
the styled guitar
put the capo up
reach notes that left in awe
the few who sat and did not leave the room
guess i'm just not that special
you get jaded with the many things they tell you
stick your neck out only to get
your head cut off
and even then the songs still burn
like the hole in your shirt
from a cast off cigarette
arrange the lines
make sure the melody is sweet
perfect the timing and the metaphor
so everyone relates
but still the songs
burn bright and hard
still after all
they're not that
special