Hold me close,
Then kiss my hair,
And just remind me,
There are those who care.
NoNo you can’t do that!No you can’t have that!No we can’t afford that!No that’s not healthy for you!No you can’t stay up that late!No you need to loose at least five more pounds!No that college won’t accept your lazy self!No that’s not perfect!No a ‘98’ can’t be your best!No you can’t make a living from writing!No you can’t do what you dream!No, no, no, no, NO!I’m so tired of ‘No’!Yes you can just sit there like a good girl.Yes you can eat all these protein shakes and vitamins.Yes you can be the perfect person I want.Yes I’ll go take a bunch of advanced classes I’ll never pass.Yes I’ll go become an engineer like everyone else.Yes I’ll give up on my dreams cause they’re stupid.Is that what it w
Don't Stop Believing When I was little, I thought anything was possible. I’d watch a movie and try to do everything the characters did in the movie. I watched Peter Pan once and jumped from the roof of our playhouse thinking that if I believed hard enough, I could fly. Of course, I ended up with a bad bump on my head and scraped arms and knees but instead of giving into reality, I searched for pixie dust to help me fly.I was that kid that stayed up late on Christmas Eve, waiting with a trap by the stairs around the corner from the tree for Santa to show up (we didn’t have a fireplace in our house then). I’d always fall asleep before he came and the trap had gone off and Santa had foiled my plot by escaping...again. That didn’t stop me from trying with an ‘improved’ trap next year (with cookies as bait).My parents always shook their heads at my antics, neighbors joked of my vivid imagination. As I grew older, I started being told how flying was impossible without being
No OneHere I am,Standing alone,Waiting,For no one.
WatchingI watch the world go byThrough sad blue eyesWondering whenIt all will end.
The QuietI can't stand the quiet it let's me think too well,And reminds me too much of the past I cannot change.
Not That GirlI’m not that girl,The one you see sitting in the back,Listening intently as the teacher rambles on.I’m not that girl,That is already done with homework,Five minutes after getting the assignment.I’m not that girl,That flaunts her 100 on a test,By letting the teacher compare everyone’s to hers.I’m not that girl,That has a perfect life,And everything is going perfectly for her.That’s not me.I’m that girl,That will smile at you to cheer you up then goes and hides,In the bathroom so you don’t see my tears.I’m that girl,That tries hiding under her desk from embarrassment when her teacher comments,On her high score she didn't even study for.I’m that girl,Finishing her homework while hoping,The bell doesn’t ring for the class it’s due for to begin.I’m that girl,That’s mind is on anything else,But the lesson on probability.I’m that girl,You’ll never get to know,Cause you ju
Don't Break Me, PleaseDon’t break me, Please.I’ve only just put this heart, This shattered organ, Back together.I’m scared, Scared to fall once more And scared to feel again.You’ve been making me smile, Making a fluttering in my chest, And it scares me so much.I’m not sure I’ll find the pieces, If it happens again.So please,Please, Don’t break me.
SomethingWhy are you just standing there,Staring at me like that?Please just…Do something,Anything.
The StepTake a step,One at aTime.Step forward into,The unknown.It's okay,If you're afraid.Because I amToo.
It Can't Rain All The TimeIt Can't Rain All The Time,but it's raining now.
Pure WhitePure White Never Gets Dirty.
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
When I Was YoungOnce upon a time,When I was young,I believed our world is nice.When I was young...I thought I was the faulty one,A parasite, a virus,so sick and so hideousI was asking so much,always more than my lunch"All these goodies, not enough?What is more you need to laugh?"When I was young,I believed our world is niceI felt, I was the broken one...So I was shy, very shyWhen I should and when I shouldn't...I was so silly, stupid!I thought I'm asking so much!More than I need for lunch!And if it happened to need more,I would never ask it for.But now I've grown so much,little shame for my lunch,Some they say, no shame at all,that I'm out of control.But now I've grown so much...I always ask it for!There's no shame, No more!
Alcohol, smoke and your perfumeI was standing and watching, among others,not on the front,as I learned my lesson from you; I'm weak.There a was a girl, challenging...Not for a moment I hesitated, just a few stepsand I took her dress off.She didn't get angry, but surprised...and maybe a little sad.You see I destroyed her magic in just a few seconds.After a few minutes, dressed, he was staring at me.She knew I was in love with a girl like her,but not her.Back to my four walls, alone in my bedroom,I close my eyes, a deep breathand I smell those nights,alcohol, smoke and your perfume.
Training?Training Is For Dogs,Human Needs Teaching.
Dream CriterionIf you can't fly on your dreams anymore,I'm sorry, but don't worry,you have simply grown up.If you can't build a little empire on your dreams,I'm totally sorry,you are a dead man walking.
It Wasn't MeI felt such a shamethat I found you lovelywhen you were crying.I know you can't forgive me,but please at least rememberthat It Wasn't Mewho made you cry.
The Wrong Side Of MidNightOn The Doctor's TrainI Met The Princess Of The Dawn,But We WereOn The Wrong Side Of MidNight.
The World Is YoursThe world is yours,You know itand I know it,no matter what I'm saying.But don't ask mewhat I would do without you.This world,without you,simply it wouldn't exist.But it would exist another world,better or not, I don't know.But you existand this world existsandThe world is yours.
RedemptionRedemptionthey askmy moonless nightsLurkingin the darkness of my mindAlways whispering,that there is no other storyTo redeem me,Except mine.
I'm Going NoWhereI'm Going NoWhere, But My Way Is Certain.
AlarmI had an alarm on my heart,but this love was too silent.
So something did change, her moodNothing changed, neither a hidden truth came up,but she accepted back an old friend.So something did change, her mood.
Empty Coffee DreamYou know it, I like coffee, I'm addicted to coffee!How many times I have begged you to drink a coffee together?I know you would probably drink something else,but this doesn't really matter.How many times?Too many...So many that if it ever happens, nothing will be normal,as I was imagining this in the beginning.Even in my dream the picture is empty.My coffee is there, your drink is there,but there is no me, no you.
Open WoundBroken dreams in lovers room,Pain's flowing in the air,She's so perfect, my doom,Pain's growing, I don't dare.
Your Only Hope_Shadows Of WordsYour Only HopeShadows Of WordsHung Onto Your CablesFading Out,Like Your Hope,Secretly Whispering"Defeat Is Coming"...And The Reaper Is Your Only Hope...Shadows Of Words...And The Reaper Is Your Only Hope..."Defeat Is Coming"Secretly WhisperingLike Your Hope,Fading Out,Hung Onto Your CablesShadows Of Words
My NightingalesMy NightingalesI Send You Nightingalesto sing you my love,but they return crying.
Those Who CareHold me close,Then kiss my hair,And just remind me,There are those who care.