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Here's To The Kids.Here's to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them.
Here's to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars.
Here's to the kids who never were too good at life, but still were wicked cool.
Here's to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV... and blame MTV for ruining their life.
Here's to the kids who care more about the music then the haircuts.
Here's to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush.
Here's to the kids who hum "A Little Less 16 Candles A Little More Touch Me" when they're stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night.
Here's to the kids who have ever had a broken heart... from someone who didn't even know they existed.
Here's to the kids who have read The Perks of Being A Wall Flower & didn't feel so alone after doing so.
Here's to the kids who spend their days in photo booths with their best friends.
Here's to the kids who are straight up
Why can't you see me?Why can't you see me?
I stand right in front of your eyes.
Why can't you hear me?
I whisper how much I love you in your ears.
Why can't you feel me?
I hug you at every chance I get.
So, why is it so hard to say you love me?
You never stare at me the way I stare at you.
You never touch my hand like I do.
Is it so hard to look at me?
Am I so ugly you can't bare my touch?
Do you hate me because I whisper 'I love you' in your ears?
You avoid me to well.
You miss me and I know it.
I will never look at you again.
I will never say a word to you again.
I will never touch you or hug you with every chance.
You see me now.
You can hear me now.
You can feel me now.
What I see is a disgrace from you.
What I say is 'I Hate You' in your ears.
Fairytales are our NightmaresThere was once a girl trying to be like everyone else.
And when everything failed, she began build a world of magic.
She left our world carelessly behind and became trapped by her lies.
She slipped on the glass slipper and cracked every mirror.
She stole stars and put them in her eyes. Twinkling with every lie.
But no one had told her bad events occurred in this dreamworld.
Her Prince Charming was suicidal.
Her tea party caught on fire.
The seven dwarfs ate her heart and she runs without love.
No one had mentioned that fairytales were really nightmares in another form.
She followed the white rabbit home. Down the hole. Back to reality. Trying to ease back in her old life.
PromisedYou said you were the best, that I could trust you.
You said you would always be there for me.
That you would always listen to me.
You promised and you're not living up to it.
You left me to ride along with him.
And when he leaves you, I hope you can find someone to confide in.
Because I won't be there for you. I never promised.
I never lied to your face. I never left you alone at the worst times.
I never pretended to believe in you. Or pretended to be solicitous.
Don't you remember the famous quote?
"Love is like quicksand, the deeper you fall in the harder it is to get out."
But I will always be there. No matter if I promised or not.
I live up to what I believe is right.
Which Hurts More?Love can wrap its arms around you forever.
While Hate can trap you in its clutches.
But Love can shatter your heart, all together.
And Hate just flows through the air, minding its business.
But, Which Hurts More?
Which one makes us bury our emotions in deep beyond the floor?
Which one makes us so angry or sad that we can't even show it.
Which one says you can't do it one bit.
Love has this warm and fuzzy feeling,
Hate is uneasy and unappealing.
But Love can take half your soul away,
And Hate just takes your self-esteem for a slay.
I still do not fully understand,
someone, anyone, please explain this to me for my one stand.
but shh, don't tell anybody else,
For they, will banish us.
To know is one concept while to not know is unexciting.
So, please, make this quick, inviting.
My only question for this situation is;
Which Hurts More?
What's Left Of MeI stood before the mirror, staring at my reflection.
It suddenly shattered, slicing my skin.
My flesh battered, with blood running from within.
A corner of the mirror still in place flashed
as I remembered the wine in the glass.
I understood the dream.
What's left of the mirror, is what's left of me.
Why do we do the things we do?Sometimes I wonder, what if people aren't leaving you
What if you're the one who is running way
Blindly leaving those who love you
Blaming your faults on them
Stuck in this parallel universe
Just trying to find your way home
And if you ever reached home...
What would you say?
You abandoned them
Sorry doesn't bandage their battle scars
How are you to explain
That you weren't yourself?
Do you even know what you're like?
No one knows who they really are
No one knows what they are capable of
Or why we do the things we do
We don't know why we leave those who love us
For those who couldn't care less if we were dead
We don't know why we thrive for attention
Even when we have all the attention we need
We want to be loved
Yet, we don't know how to begin loving ourselves
We want to be remembered
Yet, we forget others so easily
Why do we do the things we do?
It's the biggest life mystery you'll ever face
But it's the one case you'll never solve, my dear.
In a world full of peopleEveryone knows you're there.
Standing in their sacred circle.
Yet, you feel so paper thin or invisible.
You feel transparent as if everyone knows your secret.
Like they can see your lies written on your lips.
They can hear your guilt beating you up inside.
Everyone's eyes are burning into yours.
Their thoughts rustling the hairs on your neck.
The gossip piercing your ear drums.
In a world full of people, you feel so alone.
And so embarrassed.
Little Doll FaceThere was a little doll face with evil wrapped around her skinny finger
She held voodoo close to her heart
Her vacant eyes will never see her fault in life
As she falls from the balcony scene
Her body shattered string and porcelain
Silly voodoo ran away
Grabbed the shovel and took back as he may
He now stuffs her lifeless frame
Flying needles being a disgrace
The air sings with her battles
Floating on sweet petals
Slicing voodoo evil
Little doll face, strung and new
I have a story to behold
Needle and thread
Wrapped around my hand
I hide behind this white wall of secrets
No one will ever find me
They will forget to look beyond the mask
And see I'm still sane
Welcome my little puppet
Simply End.I don't want to feel anymore
Nothing at all
I don't even want to be
Sometimes I want to dissapear from the world
I don't know what to do!
Im so lost
I feel so much,
my feelings are violent
I want to cry it all out
But my parents would freak out
And bother me
But sometimes I wish I could tell them everything
Just spill everything out
Just pour my feelings out
I listen to everyone
I let them pour there problems into me and I listen
Because no one else listens to them
And I guess Im a good listener
But I wish I had that one friend like me that would listen to anything and not judge
I wish my whole life was perfect
And that it would never mess up
Im so confused
I want this to all end.
Just simply end.
Let's RunLet's run
B a r e f o o t
Across the soft black sky,
Toes sinking into inky velvet;
We'll leave footprints
The Milky Way
And get stars
In our hair
SecretsThe new neighbors thought they could hide their secret, but there's not many secrets that get past me. One of them was pudgy and scruffy, the other one was thinner than a flagpole and covered with a fake-tan glow, but from the glimmers in their eyes I knew I had a couple of secret gays on my hands. You could call me a secret sleuth, I suppose, because I'm excellent at sniffing out skeletons locked in closets. I remember when I found my father's "other woman." Oh, that confrontation was glorious. He cried, you know, just collapsed into tears. It was kind of pathetic. "Nolan, please, please, just don't tell your mother, okay? Why don't we go to Disney World this year, huh? We can go as a family, all of us together. Just as long as you don't... you don't tell your mother. Okay? Please?" I told my mother anyway. Her tears were just as exciting, and I found a special place on the stairs where I could sit, unseen, and watch the arguments unfold after that. I was nine years old, and I don't t
Overkill"It really seems like
Overkill. It's just that you
You already know
Martial arts. Why boxing, too?"
"So nobody can hurt me,"
I DO BECAUSE...I stand on my own two feet
because I've learned that I can.
I've learned that there's strength within me
to stand whether I have support or not.
I pick myself up
because I've learned that it's okay to fall.
We may scrape our palms and knees,
but that doesn't make us weak,
it adds to our character.
I forgive myself
because I've learned that to continuously feel guilty
about something that cannot be changed
only keeps me miserable.
And to keep myself in misery is to not live at all.
I let myself be happy
because I've learned that we all deserve happiness
even if we have convinced ourselves that we don't.
It's not about waiting for happiness to embrace you
but about you embracing happiness
since no matter how much we yearn for it
we will never attain it unless we let ourselves.
I move forward
because I've learned that standing still
only leads to stagnation
and in stagnation there can be no progression.
I think of life
because I've learned that it's better to live life
than to fight it.
Our MelodyI've never been one
a love song,
but it sure feels like
we've been writing one
So give me a minute,
to rehearse my lyrics;
(because we only have
a bit of time before
you say goodbye.)
As I pour out words
of love and wisdom;
won't you look me
in the eyes
before I cry.
Because you may not
but the way that you
makes me feel
like we're doing alright.
So give me a chance,
grant me one last dance,
maybe this love song
will find you and I;
Singing the melody
This Is My LoveThis is my hand.
Take it in yours,
And know that I'll always be there.
This is my heart.
Keep it with you,
To remind you how much I care.
This is my kiss.
Meet it gladly,
And know I reserve it for you.
This is my soul.
It's bare before you,
To show you I'll always be true.
This is my life.
Entwine it with yours,
From now until the end of time.
This is my love.
Forever, for you,
As are all of these things of mine.
How It All Ends UpThe girl you were once friends with left you.
The nerd you grew up with became popular.
The guys that talked to you now talk to your former friend.
The bully that picks on you used to be a nerd you grew up with.
This girl who seemed unbreakable,
The guy who seemed strong,
The girl that always laughed,
The guy that never stopped trying,
Finally gave up.
You left the girl you were once friends with.
You were a nerd who became popular.
The guys that talked to your former friend now talk to you.
You pick on the nerd you grew up with.
And you broke. And crumbled. And cried. Always gave up on the impossible things.
The past became the present which became your future.
What happens in the past will affect your future and what happens in the future with affect your past.
This is how it all ends up.
How it all ended up for a simply nerdy, girl who lived in a quiet neighborhood with her friend.
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