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
No OneHere I am,Standing alone,Waiting,For no one.
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
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.
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.
WatchingI watch the world go byThrough sad blue eyesWondering whenIt all will end.
I Hate LoveI hate love.They tell you love is just amazing and wonderful and fills you with joy.Well I’m calling their bluff: That’s bullshit.Love tears you apart, makes you cry and hit the walls. It makes you think these thoughts that you never would have before and feel what you never have before.It hurts just so much and you can never fully recover from it.But the reason I hate it the most, is that it scares me. The unknown, the putting full faith in this person and saying: “Yes this is the one person that I will let be my absolute destruction.”It’s beyond terrifying. Love is just too powerful and so easily damaging.That’s why I can’t stand it.
SomethingWhy are you just standing there,Staring at me like that?Please just…Do something,Anything.
One of Those DaysIt's just one of those days,You want to turn back the clock,Take it back to a timeOf happiness and joy.It's just one of those days,You feel so lost.Abandoned to fall off the path you know,With no one there to catch you.It's just one of those days,You wish you knew what to say,To stop the tears,And bring comfort to the broken hearted.It's just one of those days,Filled with sorrow and regret,With words left unsaid,And of never getting the chance to say goodbye.It's just one of those days,You can only sit down and just cry.
It Can't Rain All The TimeIt Can't Rain All The Time,but it's raining now.
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
CryDon’t cry anymoreFor the fighting is overExcept within us
RedemptionRedemptionthey askmy moonless nightsLurkingin the darkness of my mindAlways whispering,that there is no other storyTo redeem me,Except mine.
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.
Pure WhitePure White Never Gets Dirty.
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.
My NightingalesMy NightingalesI Send You Nightingalesto sing you my love,but they return crying.
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!
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.
I Never Was, I'll Never BeI Never Was A Good Whore.I Fall In Love With Poor Guys,but that's ok, I'm Used To MySelf.Once One Of These Guys Was Also In Love With Me.Not From The Beginning,but after the third meetinghe finally accepted our truth.And I was Happy and He was Happy!!!When He was coming To Our Fourth Meeting,he had an accident with his bike.I Never Was A Good Whore.I Never Was,I'll Never Be.
Why You?Once you askedWhy You?I Ask MySelf The Same QuestionEvery Night,Every Day,Every Hour,Every Minute.Why You???
SpareSpare a smile for my eyesSpare some words for my presenceSpare some time cause I need itShare your dance with my fireShare your flesh with my touchShare your spell with my dirtShare my thirst with your laughShare my truth with your eyesShare your beauty with meShare your name againSpare your smile, I need itSpare your touch for my coldSpare a truth for my painShare my hands with yours.Spare your smile againSpare some words to surprise meSpare your hog for my desertSpare a lie for my hopeSpare some time cause I need itShare your dance with my fireShare this little... I won't hurt youShare my truth with your eyesSpare me, I'm not worthy.
On the other sideOn the other side,also,people thinks I'm crazy,but for the wrong reason.These people also exist on your side,around you,you play with them,probably you know,but even if you do a mistake...or if you don't...your family will support youand your choice,one way or another.On this side,around me,no one will support meor my choice,actually you.This makes it even worst...They will blame you...and you know... I love you.This makes it even worst...
A Strange JourneyA Strange JourneyArrived at less than zero,Fate was written, 'am no hero,I couldn't save you,'couldn't loveTruth was hidden,Pain above,I should 've tried this dream before!Tried to catch you at the end,Blood and flesh, a weird blend,A strange journey in Light,A chance to stop this crazy fight,I 'll return, I'll live again! \/\/\/Arrived at just at zero,Your will bitter, 'am no hero,I could save you,I could hold,Love was hidden,Pain above,You should 've tried me before!You insisted till the end,Time and place, a weird blend,A strange journey behind,A chance to search me and to find,I 'll return, I'll live again! \/\/\/Arrived at less than just one,I saw you dancing,White SwanYou can save me,You can love,Life is stolen,Fill my hole,Please, Don't Kill Me, Feel Befooore!You denied me, one more end,Love And Flesh, A Weird Blend,A strange journey inside,A chance to plan, but feeling blind,I
For The QueenFor The QueenShall the Queen dance for the slave?Shall the birds sing for me? No!Shall the sun rise for me? No!Shall the spring come for me? No!Shall the storm stop for me? No!However the birds sing the sun rises the spring comes and the storm stops, always.But not for me.When the Queen dances for the Slave,I'll be free again.
Love Is A WeakNessLove Is A WeakNess
Those Who CareHold me close,Then kiss my hair,And just remind me,There are those who care.