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Words on the WallThe sun melted into the glamorous sky
The moon stood there, hidden by sweet lullabies.
But mommy was crying, her day had been hard
The tears in her eyes twinkled just like the stars.
Her face wasn't happy like it should have been
And though she was saddened, she forcefully grinned.
I wanted to see Mommy smile through it all...
I painted a picture on her bedroom walls.
I told her to look, just to come in and see
But Mommy was angry... she wasn't happy.
She threw me down hard on the cold wooden floor
Then picked me up, slamming my head on the door.
She yelled and she screamed, then she hit me once more
She slapped me till I couldn't see anymore.
My heart then stopped beating, my laugh went unheard
Then Mommy got up without saying a word.
She looked at the walls splattered with my young blood
Then fell to the ground in her tears with a thud.
She looked at my face, then she looked all around
Then wrote on the walls with the first thing she found.
Then, after she finished, she wanted self h
CanvasLet her paint a masterpiece,
Let her paint a lie
Let her paint a word inside the shining silver skies.
Let her paint a mystery,
Let her paint a sin
Let her paint the things that lie in darkness deep within.
Let her paint a masterpiece
(but this time there's a twist)
Make the brush a blade and let the canvas be her wrist...
Attention Seeker"Attention seeker."
As I slide the knife across my tongue
The poison resting in my lungs
Fighting till the war's been won
But you're right, this is all done for fun.
The rope around my neck as I pull it tight
The struggles I face as I die to fight
And slowly, I fade off into a dark night...
Goodbye, smiles, goodbye, light...
Dying, breaking, losing sight
Of all that's proper, all that's bright
With all my strength and all my might..
I mean, I do this for attention.. right?
My Scars Prove You Wrong (finished song)Scars on the surface, on my skin
Look at my wounds to know where I’ve been
Throwing me against my own walls
But I’ve learned to fly, when I fall
And I know my scars are only on the surface.
I know that I,
I am not worthless
No matter how they break me,
No matter how they hurt me
You know a heart
Keeps on bleeding, when it breaks it goes on beating
I, I’ll keep on keeping on
‘Cause my scars prove you wrong.
You can tear down my protection
Destruction is your obsession
Your hatred is resurrecting me.
No matter how they break me,
No matter how they hurt me,
Ill keep on breathing when I’m held underwater
Even if breathing gets a little bit harder
I’ll keep on walking just a little bit farther
And you can’t hold me back
The Voices in my HeadAll these voices in my head,
I know that they are me,
but they sometimes make me question
my very sanity.
They tell me something's wrong,
but they tell me that it's right.
They tell me to give up,
and then they tell me I should fight.
They bet I'll tell the truth,
Yet they bet that I will lie.
They tell me I should live,
But then they tell me I should die.
Back and forth they banter,
And it is so confusing
'cause their messages are mixing.
I don't know what to do
when I hear one of the voices say,
"Take this path and you will live
to write another day."
Because a second voice will tell me
not to trust the other;
for if I do then I will surely
fall or make a blunder.
Then another voice will show
and tell me, "Do not do a thing."
While yet another voice appears
to enter the fighting ring.
As more and even more come forth
to offer their suggestions,
I am seemingly unable to
take part in their elections.
So I sit mutely on the sidelines
as the voices argue on,
This Thing We Call DepressionThere's a story I'd like to tell,
A story of a girl who was diagnosed.
Diagnosed with a terrifying thing,
Something that would threaten her life for years to come.
Something that she could never escape,
No matter how she ran,
No matter how she struggled.
This diagnosis was a horrific thing to the girl,
Although, not surprising at all.
The symptoms had swallowed her for days,
Months of this thing inside of her.
This thing that we call
There are people who tell her,
"You're only sad."
However, that isn't the case.
See, she was never diagnosed with sadness.
Everyone knows sadness.
She was never diagnosed with emotion.
Everyone knows emotion.
She was never diagnosed with temporary heartbreak,
Everyone knows all those things.
She was diagnosed with something much, much worse.
Since then, she's suffered with such a terrible thing...
But for days..
Months of this <
My True DesiresMy True Desires
When I see you my heart skip a beat
I gaze at you
I dream about you
Wanting to be with you
Please make love with me
So I will not forget your body
Your warmth your breath your smell
My heart throbs everyday when I think about you
Hold me embrace me kiss me love me
This is my true desires
I dont want to see you with other girls
It hurts a lot
It makes me want to cry
At my soul
I dont know why I fallen for you .
I dont know why
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