-
"There’s a place that I go
That nobody knows
Where the rivers flow
And I call it home
And there’s no more lies
And the darkness is light
And nobody cries
there’s only butterflies
Take me away (take me away)
A secret place (a secret place)
A sweet escape (a sweet escape)
Take me away (take me away)"Pocket Full of Sunshine by NATASHA BEDINGFIELD
-
Good Night
You say be strong
But you don’t understand
You’ll never comprehend
The struggles dealt to me in this hand
You can’t tell me be strong
For you do not not know
You still know nothing about me
That’s what that statement does show
But here I am
I know you are sick
Now is when you would tell me that
If your illness hadn’t kicked
You in the throat and made your head hurt badly
Yes now is when you’d tell me “be strong”
But you can’t tell me what to do
You can’t tell me what to feel
I can’t tell my hurting to just go away
I can’t control this pain
This ache I feel every day
I cannot hide or ignore it too
It does not work that way for me
I can’t laugh it off as you seem to do
So here I am
You’re sick in bed
And I cannot help you
due to circumstances over my head
But you cannot help me either
So in these waves I must tread
Forever swimming and swimming tiredly
Cutting through these ragged waters with my bare hands
Dealing and living with the splashes that drown out my oxygen
Momentarily
And i keep swimming
I will live and you will sleep
And you will keep on sleeping
Forever
Because you cannot know
And you can never help
You will always be busy or sick or tired
You will never be able to help forever and always
You will say “be strong” and I will swallow it down
And give you space
and let you sleep
But I cannot hide it, ignore it, control it, or make it go away
I will deal with it
Alone
Being strong does not mean I’ll be ok
It doesn’t mean I can get it together or whatever else you think it means
I am strong
But I cannot be strong
Good night
-
Roll
i’m there again
crying at night
only now,
it’s different
because
i said i wouldn’t go back
i wouldn’t cry
myself to sleep
or wish in my lonely bed
but here i am
crying
afraid to let the tears
roll
-
Not Rock?
My music not rock?
You have no idea!
Just because it’s not like your rock music,
Your classic rock, your “rock ‘n roll”
You think my music isn’t worthy of the title
It so certainly deserves
Rock it is
Alternative too
In fact, to be honest
Both are true
It’s rock alternative!
Not “angry white boy music”
Not the names you call it
What are you saying!?
You don’t even know it!
Can you give me an example?
You don’t even know the names
The names of the songs you criticize
Let me guess, it’s noise it your eyes
In your ears you may have heard one song
Two or three at most
Not all of alternative is good I admit
Some bands are better than others
But each genre is like that
Isn’t it?
So back to the point I am making
Of genres and types and all
Rock is rock
Classic or not
Two differents pieces
But same puzzle
There is no dividing wall
-
How Dare They
My music is me.
It is my heart
It is my soul
It is my outlet
And they scorned it
They border-line abhorred it
They degraded, belittled, and cast it out
They called it names
And made me want to shout
This is my music!
This is who I am!
Is it so very wrong
To be who I really am?
To love what I love?
And express just how I feel?
By deriding my type of music
They deride me and hurt me too
How dare they do that!
You, my family, how dare you!
-
Into the Black
The dark monsters I face surround me
They engulf me
These daily problems intensified
The difficulty level turned up on the game that is my life
Another notch and then two
And now
I enter into the black
-
Wrong
Soundless tears
Hopeless fears
Anger boils
Desperation sears
through me like a razor
and plunges into me like a spear
Nothing I can do for him
as the darkness draws him near
Scared and angry
They all don’t understand
Parents try to help but wound us
Cutting into us their words beat
And their punishments bruise us
How I wish I could help you
As I cry out to our God
Just leave me alone is my cry to my mother
As I feel such hurting, my spiritual brother
Why can’t you talk to me my boyfriend of long
Tell me, I beg, what’s bothering you?
What the hell is wrong?
-
Just trying not to think
Just trying not to feel
The emotions I’ve learned to live with
Have I accepted them?
Who knows what’s real
I can write all I want to I’m blue
But that’s where I already am
I am sad
And there is no cure
I just want less difficulties
Between me and you
-
"Hey [mom] look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
Do you think I’m wasting my time doing things I wanna do?
‘Cuz it hurts when you disapprove all along
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I’m never gonna be good enough for you
I can’t pretend that
I’m alright
And you can’t change me
…
I can’t stand another fight
And nothing’s alright"Perfect by Simple plan
-
"What happened to the girl who could overlook the world?
She never gave a second thought to what the other people thought
What happened to the dream of rejecting the routine
‘Cause it never worked for me"Theater by Icon for Hire
-
"I walk alone
Think of home
Memories of long ago
No one knows, I lost my soul long ago"on my own by three days grace
-
talking to people doesn’t work
living with them doesn’t work
maybe it’s just best to be alone
-
"Here I am, once again
I’m torn into pieces
Can’t deny it, can’t pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won’t get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes"Kelly Clarkson
-
"Stay with me
Baby stay with me
Tonight don’t leave
Me alone"Kiss Me Slowly by Parachute
-
Fright
You said you had to go
Your parents wanted to talk,
So you go.
Four hours ago
Now the clock has ticked by.
Not a word from you has seeped to me
I feel like my brain is about to fry.
I’m scared, very scared
I am thinking the worst of thoughts
Thoughts of what they said to you
That to me you may be lost
Perhaps they have broken us up
And I do not even yet know
But how can I, could I bare it
How can I take that terrible blow
How could I handle that if it were so?
And the more I think, the more I fear
The more I fear, the more I long to talk to you
And hold you so dear
My mind has gone far by running
It has traversed the terrible stormy plains
But unfortunately, have not passed through them
No I am still in the rain
I’m waiting for you to call me
To let me know it’s alright
Because, boy, it’s been fours hours now
And I’m going to die of fright
