Hold me close,
Then kiss my hair,
And just remind me,
There are those who care.
No OneHere I am,Standing alone,Waiting,For no one.
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
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.
The StepTake a step,One at aTime.Step forward into,The unknown.It's okay,If you're afraid.Because I amToo.
SomethingWhy are you just standing there,Staring at me like that?Please just…Do something,Anything.
Sorella...I can’t understand how you feel.I didn’t know him like you did,For as long as you did.I barely knew him at all.But I do know you.I know you are going to be strong,You’ll try hiding your tears at school,Sneaking texts to me under your desk,Until we get on the phone after school,Then you will finally be able to cry.So be strong until then sorella,Know I’m always here,Just a text away,And I don’t plan on going anywhere.
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
CryDon’t cry anymoreFor the fighting is overExcept within us
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.
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.
You are lucky, she doesn't love youThe door was openand I listened what he said to him:"It has come to my attentionthat you love one of our girls.My dear, you can't love these girls!You should only come, pay, have funand this is it!You have gone too far!!!!You are lucky, she doesn't love you,so you can go."
It's not a shameIt's not a shame,it's not something to be proud of.When I'm thinking of youI can even deny a good fuck!It's not a shame,it's not something to be proud of.When I'm thinking of you...When I'm thinking of you...I masturbate, thinking of you...
It Can't Rain All The TimeIt Can't Rain All The Time,but it's raining now.
Love Is A WeakNessLove Is A WeakNess
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.
MordredBound to ride to CamelotMordred is my name,Not for me, no Avalon,this war, my future fameThis queen of sin I can't forgive,Arthur shouldn't too,He's a king, he's not a man,it's my turn to rule!Bound to ride to CamelotMordred is my name,Who can doubt my royal blood?Kill the the queen of shame!!!
Bombs ExplodeBombs Explode
Name testA girl that lies to you about her name,she may hide something or she may wantsomething of yours.A girl that shares her real nameeither she wants nothingor she wants everything from you.
Hard job!My friend, a girl we work together,was sitting near to the guy,I approached and I asked her:"What's going on here?""He wants nothing special, just to sit and watch""Nothing??? Look!"I asked the guy:"Do you like me?""...Mmm...So and so." He answered.I brought my cat to his face,my left hand on his neck, soft touch with nails,my next hand to his head, pushing it to my catand I asked again:"Do you like this?""Yes!!!" He answered.Fingers to his nipple,my breath to his ear,hand moving slower and lower...I looked to my friend: "You see?"For an instance I thought she was lookingscared- surprised of me,but then she laughed."So, let's go!"I said to the guy,but there was no green in his pocket.I stayed there touching him a little more,for two-three minutes,trying to change his mind.A guy from the club came and told meI did it too much, that others were watching.He didn't changed his mind.Poor guy! I left him so hard!Indeed, no green in that pocket.I tell you is a
The Wrong Side Of MidNightOn The Doctor's TrainI Met The Princess Of The Dawn,But We WereOn The Wrong Side Of MidNight.
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!
Pure WhitePure White Never Gets Dirty.
Training?Training Is For Dogs,Human Needs Teaching.
The EndThe End it's coming,but Stay Cool!It's gonna be quick and painless.
Those Who CareHold me close,Then kiss my hair,And just remind me,There are those who care.