Brent Bauer

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Feel What It Feels Like
Copyright © 2011 by Brent W. Bauer – All rights reserved. Melody for my lyrics included.

Well, I have half a mind to let you feel the cold;
Let you stand out in the middle of your one-way road;
Because everything, for you, was either gave up or sold;
To let you feel what it feels like to be alone;
To let you feel what it feels like out on your own.

I have half a mind to let you feel the pain;
Let your teardrops keep on falling like the pouring rain;
To just ignore you when you’re calling me to complain;
To let you feel what it feels like to be alone;
To let you feel what it feels like without a home.

Chorus

Well, I have half a mind to simply turn away;
Turn a deaf ear to your crying and the words you say;
To pay no attention to your lying or the games you play;
To let you feel the cold of a shoulder no longer there;
Do you feel it getting colder everywhere?
I have half a mind to just let you go;
Turn you off like you’re a bad song on the radio;
To let you have a taste of what you’ve done to me, like you don’t know;
To let you feel the cold of a shoulder no longer there;
Do you feel it getting colder everywhere?

You’re a quick pickpocket with a swift sleight of hand.
You can make everything disappear, almost on demand.
You’re a master of deception through the art of misdirection.
Things are peachy keen and rosy in your world of La La Land.
With your twisted lies and alibi’s, it really should come as no surprise;
There’s no one left to give a damn, nothing left to understand.
You’re so selfish, so self-victimized; you expect us all to sympathize.
Wake up, open up your eyes; it’s a shame you still can’t see it.
You are your own worst enemy; always feeding on the fool in me,
But the time has come, finally; now I refuse to be it.

Chorus

If you reach deep down inside and search your soul;
If the truth be known, then you should know
I’ve got to let you go ... let you go ... let you go
It all should be so plain to see;
It should be as clear to you as it is to me;
You’ve got to let me be ... let me be ... let me be.

Well, I’ve made up my mind to let you feel the cold;
Let you stand out in the middle of your one-way road;
To let you feel what it feels like to be alone; Feel what it feels like.

Feel What It Feels Like

It's My Bed

Copyright © 2009 by Brent W. Bauer – All rights reserved. Melody for my lyrics included.

Is there someone or something around
That can make this easier for me?
Where I can throw all the blame,
Let go of the shame; escape from this misery.

It’s true, the truth hurts just like they say,
It’s getting harder for me to face it.
Most days I just want to run away
I can't find a way to erase it.

It’s my bed; I made it, now it’s getting late.
I have to sleep in it; there’s no time left to wait.
This hole I’m in is place despair and pain reside.
I've got to fight these feelings that fight me inside.
I've got to stop this now; I want off this ride.

Could it be I've tricked myself to believe
I’m not coming apart at the seams;
Like I can get up off the ground,
Turn things around; salvage a few of my dreams?

Some believe the “truth” shall make you free,
But what truth and from who's perspective?
Right now, the truth is what’s killing me;
It’s so ugly and self-reflective.

It’s my bed; I made it, now it’s getting late.
I have to sleep in it; there’s no time left to wait.
I either climb this mountain or drown in the rising tide.
I've got to fight these feelings that fight me inside.
I've got to stop this now; I want off this ride.

More and more, I wake up in the dead of night;
In a cold sweat; it's pouring out of me.
I try to wash away the nightmares, but in the mirror;
I'm face to face with my reality.

The man I see staring back at me
Is a stranger I don't recognize.
It's all I can do not to turn away;
It's so hard to look into his eyes.

It’s my bed; I made it, now before it's too late.
I have to sleep in it; there’s no time left to wait.
This hole I’m in is place despair and pain reside.
I've got to fight these feelings that fight me inside.
I either climb this mountain or drown in the rising tide.
I've got to stop this now; I want off this ride.

It's My Bed


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Feel What It Feels Like
Copyright © 2011 by Brent W. Bauer – All rights reserved. Melody for my lyrics included.

Well, I have half a mind to let you feel the cold;
Let you stand out in the middle of your one-way road;
Because everything, for you, was either gave up or sold;
To let you feel what it feels like to be alone;
To let you feel what it feels like out on your own.

I have half a mind to let you feel the pain;
Let your teardrops keep on falling like the pouring rain;
To just ignore you when you’re calling me to complain;
To let you feel what it feels like to be alone;
To let you feel what it feels like without a home.

Chorus

Well, I have half a mind to simply turn away;
Turn a deaf ear to your crying and the words you say;
To pay no attention to your lying or the games you play;
To let you feel the cold of a shoulder no longer there;
Do you feel it getting colder everywhere?
I have half a mind to just let you go;
Turn you off like you’re a bad song on the radio;
To let you have a taste of what you’ve done to me, like you don’t know;
To let you feel the cold of a shoulder no longer there;
Do you feel it getting colder everywhere?

You’re a quick pickpocket with a swift sleight of hand.
You can make everything disappear, almost on demand.
You’re a master of deception through the art of misdirection.
Things are peachy keen and rosy in your world of La La Land.
With your twisted lies and alibi’s, it really should come as no surprise;
There’s no one left to give a damn, nothing left to understand.
You’re so selfish, so self-victimized; you expect us all to sympathize.
Wake up, open up your eyes; it’s a shame you still can’t see it.
You are your own worst enemy; always feeding on the fool in me,
But the time has come, finally; now I refuse to be it.

Chorus

If you reach deep down inside and search your soul;
If the truth be known, then you should know
I’ve got to let you go ... let you go ... let you go
It all should be so plain to see;
It should be as clear to you as it is to me;
You’ve got to let me be ... let me be ... let me be.

Well, I’ve made up my mind to let you feel the cold;
Let you stand out in the middle of your one-way road;
To let you feel what it feels like to be alone; Feel what it feels like.

Feel What It Feels Like

It's My Bed

Copyright © 2009 by Brent W. Bauer – All rights reserved. Melody for my lyrics included.

Is there someone or something around
That can make this easier for me?
Where I can throw all the blame,
Let go of the shame; escape from this misery.

It’s true, the truth hurts just like they say,
It’s getting harder for me to face it.
Most days I just want to run away
I can't find a way to erase it.

It’s my bed; I made it, now it’s getting late.
I have to sleep in it; there’s no time left to wait.
This hole I’m in is place despair and pain reside.
I've got to fight these feelings that fight me inside.
I've got to stop this now; I want off this ride.

Could it be I've tricked myself to believe
I’m not coming apart at the seams;
Like I can get up off the ground,
Turn things around; salvage a few of my dreams?

Some believe the “truth” shall make you free,
But what truth and from who's perspective?
Right now, the truth is what’s killing me;
It’s so ugly and self-reflective.

It’s my bed; I made it, now it’s getting late.
I have to sleep in it; there’s no time left to wait.
I either climb this mountain or drown in the rising tide.
I've got to fight these feelings that fight me inside.
I've got to stop this now; I want off this ride.

More and more, I wake up in the dead of night;
In a cold sweat; it's pouring out of me.
I try to wash away the nightmares, but in the mirror;
I'm face to face with my reality.

The man I see staring back at me
Is a stranger I don't recognize.
It's all I can do not to turn away;
It's so hard to look into his eyes.

It’s my bed; I made it, now before it's too late.
I have to sleep in it; there’s no time left to wait.
This hole I’m in is place despair and pain reside.
I've got to fight these feelings that fight me inside.
I either climb this mountain or drown in the rising tide.
I've got to stop this now; I want off this ride.

It's My Bed

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Feel What It Feels Like
Copyright © 2011 by Brent W. Bauer – All rights reserved. Melody for my lyrics included.

Well, I have half a mind to let you feel the cold;
Let you stand out in the middle of your one-way road;
Because everything, for you, was either gave up or sold;
To let you feel what it feels like to be alone;
To let you feel what it feels like out on your own.

I have half a mind to let you feel the pain;
Let your teardrops keep on falling like the pouring rain;
To just ignore you when you’re calling me to complain;
To let you feel what it feels like to be alone;
To let you feel what it feels like without a home.

Chorus

Well, I have half a mind to simply turn away;
Turn a deaf ear to your crying and the words you say;
To pay no attention to your lying or the games you play;
To let you feel the cold of a shoulder no longer there;
Do you feel it getting colder everywhere?
I have half a mind to just let you go;
Turn you off like you’re a bad song on the radio;
To let you have a taste of what you’ve done to me, like you don’t know;
To let you feel the cold of a shoulder no longer there;
Do you feel it getting colder everywhere?

You’re a quick pickpocket with a swift sleight of hand.
You can make everything disappear, almost on demand.
You’re a master of deception through the art of misdirection.
Things are peachy keen and rosy in your world of La La Land.
With your twisted lies and alibi’s, it really should come as no surprise;
There’s no one left to give a damn, nothing left to understand.
You’re so selfish, so self-victimized; you expect us all to sympathize.
Wake up, open up your eyes; it’s a shame you still can’t see it.
You are your own worst enemy; always feeding on the fool in me,
But the time has come, finally; now I refuse to be it.

Chorus

If you reach deep down inside and search your soul;
If the truth be known, then you should know
I’ve got to let you go ... let you go ... let you go
It all should be so plain to see;
It should be as clear to you as it is to me;
You’ve got to let me be ... let me be ... let me be.

Well, I’ve made up my mind to let you feel the cold;
Let you stand out in the middle of your one-way road;
To let you feel what it feels like to be alone; Feel what it feels like.

Feel What It Feels Like

It's My Bed

Copyright © 2009 by Brent W. Bauer – All rights reserved. Melody for my lyrics included.

Is there someone or something around
That can make this easier for me?
Where I can throw all the blame,
Let go of the shame; escape from this misery.

It’s true, the truth hurts just like they say,
It’s getting harder for me to face it.
Most days I just want to run away
I can't find a way to erase it.

It’s my bed; I made it, now it’s getting late.
I have to sleep in it; there’s no time left to wait.
This hole I’m in is place despair and pain reside.
I've got to fight these feelings that fight me inside.
I've got to stop this now; I want off this ride.

Could it be I've tricked myself to believe
I’m not coming apart at the seams;
Like I can get up off the ground,
Turn things around; salvage a few of my dreams?

Some believe the “truth” shall make you free,
But what truth and from who's perspective?
Right now, the truth is what’s killing me;
It’s so ugly and self-reflective.

It’s my bed; I made it, now it’s getting late.
I have to sleep in it; there’s no time left to wait.
I either climb this mountain or drown in the rising tide.
I've got to fight these feelings that fight me inside.
I've got to stop this now; I want off this ride.

More and more, I wake up in the dead of night;
In a cold sweat; it's pouring out of me.
I try to wash away the nightmares, but in the mirror;
I'm face to face with my reality.

The man I see staring back at me
Is a stranger I don't recognize.
It's all I can do not to turn away;
It's so hard to look into his eyes.

It’s my bed; I made it, now before it's too late.
I have to sleep in it; there’s no time left to wait.
This hole I’m in is place despair and pain reside.
I've got to fight these feelings that fight me inside.
I either climb this mountain or drown in the rising tide.
I've got to stop this now; I want off this ride.

It's My Bed


About Me

Bio

Brent Bauer works by day, writes by night as a self-proclaimed free lance writer of songs/lyrics.

CV/History

For many years, writing lyrics has provided a self-reflective way to find and share perspective and communicate my feelings about the joy and struggle life
ings.

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