It's not just something you can learn,
it's something that you feel.
It's a place that you can go,
when you want something real.
It's the sounds that you make
I see the notes in my mind
it's something so new
yet I feel so left behind.
I wish I could be part of your world
and I wish that I could see.
The passion in the music
that you play for me.
I want to feel it too,
but I know I never will.
Show me your world and
show me what you feel.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
The Magic Touch
Before you walked into my life,
I got rid of the pain with a knife.
Before you ran your fingers through my hair,
a smile I did not ever wear.
Before my you held my hand for all the world to see,
I wasn't the girl I hoped I would be.
Before you whispered in my ear,
suicide was my only fear.
Before you took me in and held me tight,
nothing in the world ever felt right.
Before the pain had gotten too much
you healed me with your magic touch.
I got rid of the pain with a knife.
Before you ran your fingers through my hair,
a smile I did not ever wear.
Before my you held my hand for all the world to see,
I wasn't the girl I hoped I would be.
Before you whispered in my ear,
suicide was my only fear.
Before you took me in and held me tight,
nothing in the world ever felt right.
Before the pain had gotten too much
you healed me with your magic touch.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
The Underdog, The Loser, & The Broken
I root for the underdog, I know what it's like.
To give it your best, to put up a fight.
I root for the underdog, I know the feeling
in a life like this there's no such thing as healing.
I cheer for the loser everyone needs a fan
there's nothing worse then a crowd who doesn't understand.
I cheer for the loser at the finish line
time doesn't matter, who cares about the finishing time.
I hope for the broken, the bruised and the torn
I how it feels and the fake smiles they they have worn.
I hope for the broken, I hope they understand
there is people out there who care, who want to give a hand
To give it your best, to put up a fight.
I root for the underdog, I know the feeling
in a life like this there's no such thing as healing.
I cheer for the loser everyone needs a fan
there's nothing worse then a crowd who doesn't understand.
I cheer for the loser at the finish line
time doesn't matter, who cares about the finishing time.
I hope for the broken, the bruised and the torn
I how it feels and the fake smiles they they have worn.
I hope for the broken, I hope they understand
there is people out there who care, who want to give a hand
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Life... Why me?
Friday, April 1, 2011
When I was innocent easy to sway,
you tore me down; I lost my way.
When I was hurting, ready to break,
you made me as if I was a mistake.
When I was eager and willing ready to try,
you pushed me down and made me cry.
When I was strong and nearly unstoppable,
you found my weakness and made it possible.
When I was bruised broken and sore,
you made the pain a whole lot more.
Now that I'm swollen, hurting and in pain,
there's not much hope left for you to drain.
Now that I've quit trying and stop wanting to soar,
I can't imagine a pain that would hurt more.
Now as I'm sitting forced in the sidelines of life,
my driven qualities are lost; failure stabs me like a knife.
As I see my friends succeeding in everything they do,
I feel a wave of hurt run through me in a form brand new.
While life was busy stepping on me,
It let everyone else run wild, crazy and free...
you tore me down; I lost my way.
When I was hurting, ready to break,
you made me as if I was a mistake.
When I was eager and willing ready to try,
you pushed me down and made me cry.
When I was strong and nearly unstoppable,
you found my weakness and made it possible.
When I was bruised broken and sore,
you made the pain a whole lot more.
Now that I'm swollen, hurting and in pain,
there's not much hope left for you to drain.
Now that I've quit trying and stop wanting to soar,
I can't imagine a pain that would hurt more.
Now as I'm sitting forced in the sidelines of life,
my driven qualities are lost; failure stabs me like a knife.
As I see my friends succeeding in everything they do,
I feel a wave of hurt run through me in a form brand new.
While life was busy stepping on me,
It let everyone else run wild, crazy and free...
Wanting Me Back
Sunday May 16, 2010
I told you this would happen, admit it; I was right.
And now you lay there wondering
what you did that night.
Everything you thought we had
those feelings that you felt
are now only memories
your life's cards have dealt.
Don't you wish you would seen
before your actions took control?
Don't you miss the good old days
before your broken heart took control?
Don't you wish it was me
who was torn up inside?
Don't you wish the pain would stop
and the hurt would subside?
But now you regret everything ,
and now you want those feelings you now lack.
But now you lay there wishing ,
and wanting it all back .
And now you lay there wondering
what you did that night.
Everything you thought we had
those feelings that you felt
are now only memories
your life's cards have dealt.
Don't you wish you would seen
before your actions took control?
Don't you miss the good old days
before your broken heart took control?
Don't you wish it was me
who was torn up inside?
Don't you wish the pain would stop
and the hurt would subside?
But now you regret everything ,
and now you want those feelings you now lack.
But now you lay there wishing ,
and wanting it all back .
A Call From You
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Sitting on the roof of that four story high
thinking about the pain, and life... it's a lie.
I hold my breath and close eyes letting gravity take it's part
It's time to end my life here, time to end this broken heart.
My mind is made I'm stepping off the edge and seconds before I do
I feel my cell phone buzzing in my pocket; It's a call from you.
I stare at my phone for a minute and decided this call would be my last
I held it up to ear... as my the tears they came fast
I told you what I planned to do, and told you the reason why
you begged me to wait for you, on the other line you started to cry.
A couple minutes later you were there... you told me I would seeYou held me back from what I thought would be the end of me
Sitting on the roof of that four story high
thinking about the pain, and life... it's a lie.
I hold my breath and close eyes letting gravity take it's part
It's time to end my life here, time to end this broken heart.
My mind is made I'm stepping off the edge and seconds before I do
I feel my cell phone buzzing in my pocket; It's a call from you.
I stare at my phone for a minute and decided this call would be my last
I held it up to ear... as my the tears they came fast
I told you what I planned to do, and told you the reason why
you begged me to wait for you, on the other line you started to cry.
A couple minutes later you were there... you told me I would seeYou held me back from what I thought would be the end of me
So blind that even death could see
Wednesday March 10, 2010
If you were here I would have felt the same.
The hate would forever go on untamed.
If you were here I'd still hate you.
For all the trying you tried to do.
For trying to patch up the past forgiven you would never be
"For all the things you did to me"
And now the feeling haunts me like an unforgiving ghost
And now I realize what hurts the most
is it took so much hate to realize I loved you
and it took death to let the love shine through
If you were here I would have felt the same.
The hate would forever go on untamed.
If you were here I'd still hate you.
For all the trying you tried to do.
For trying to patch up the past forgiven you would never be
"For all the things you did to me"
And now the feeling haunts me like an unforgiving ghost
And now I realize what hurts the most
is it took so much hate to realize I loved you
and it took death to let the love shine through
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