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UsedA pillow soaked with tears.
I cry all the time out of lonlieness now.
When will you love me again?
Or will you just use me?
Really now, be honest.
Hate me? Why? i've been nothing but nice!
And I've always cared.
Now you're leaving.
You don't care anymore.
Try is all I did.
However, you just used me.
I only wanted a best friend.
Now you don't want me.
Tell me what I did wrong!
Oppressed you? Never!
Your ideas were always great!
Ooutstanding, evem! You're gone now. You don't care.
Used me. That's all I ever was to you.
LonelyBy myself again.
I don't go anywhere.
To do anything. So I sit there,
Twining my fingers together in boredom.
Except - I don't have to be.
Really. I could call a friend.
The answering machine picks up.
Eventually I leave a message to call me back.
And I cry, because I hate being alone.
Rewinding my VHS tape, I play my favourite movie.
Sad one, though. It's Fried Green Tomatoes.
I hate being alone.
Cause it hurts. It's scary.
Radical thought run through my head when I'm alone.
You guys, please don't leave me, I request as tears run down my face...
whatever befalls the last star in the skyBeautiful Doom,
oh, she falls
93 million miles from the sun, part ii
in an inhuman race [8/365]
the world is going down
and she cradles the sky in her arms
and wonders the whereabouts of God
AvoidingWhen you're not here, I feel empty.
How much? A lot.
You're avoiding me.
And I'm sad.
Remember me? Or have I become invisible again?
Exceptional. That's what you used to call me.
You used to want to hang out all the time.
Outstanding, the way things change so suddenly.
Underneath my covers, I feel scared I'll lose you.
And yet, i don't call you. Because I'm scared of you, too.
Very much so. I don't want to be yeled at.
I miss you so much.
Do you miss me?
I waant to talk to you! But you're -
Not talking to me anymore.
Good grief, do you not want me anymore?
Maybe you don't. You could have told me, instead of breaking my heart.
InvisibleI am invisible.
More or less never noticed – so quiet and shy.
Can I ever be noticed? Will I?
Never noticed – uncared for.
And I'm sick of it.
Do you see me? Do you notice me?
Always alone. I'm sure you've forgotten me by now.
What is Hallowed and CommonI don't know if I believe in love
But I sure as hell hope it doesn't find me.
I've got too much going on to worry about that.
Hell, I don't even want it.
I see all these other people moaning and groaning about it
Because they haven't found anyone yet.
They use that word for it? "Found"?
What, is it something you just stumble across without meaning to?
If that's it, love sounds pretty damn inconvenient.
I mean, you're not prepared for it.
You don't know exactly what to do with it,
the first time.
And things like that mess up everything.
Those star-eyed idiots say it isn't so.
That it's supposed to be unexpected.
Well, so is a mug
No fairI dont know why I cant be treated fairly,
Its probably because I act so nicely
That everyone never seems to worry
When I get hurt that I'll just hurry
To work to make it all better
Even though I wasnt the bed wetter.
I wasnt the one who lied or cheated
And yet I'm the one who needs to be hated.
I've given second chances to those who dont need them
But still get resented and horribly treated.
My kindness has continued to be taken for granted
So now my care has become dienchanted.
At this point I've nearly given up on my hopes,
But doing so woudle make me worse then those dopes.
Surrounded and AloneI feel surrounded by simple people
Full of lies and eyes
That seem to cripple,
My feelings my hopes my dreams and such
Are always forgoten no matter how much,
Work I do to help so many
While they see fit not to do any,
Thing to help me in my troubles
But instead just let me grow my stubble,
Of worry and sadness which I dont cut
Because whats the point when treated like a mutt,
A dog an animal a worthless beast
Who seeks nothing but affection and worth at least,
Some people are better and work with me still
Instead of deciding I'm easier to kill,
Cruelly gruesomely and without remorse
While still I try to fix whats worse,
Than before and conti
Solo es una mision y nada masPrologo:
A veces la vida da una vuelta de 360° sin darte cuenta,mi vida cambio de pagina, hubo otro comienzo,no el mas agradable pero empezo algo asi, era mi cumple años numero 16, yo no esperaba celebrar pero mis padres insistieron, nos acababamos de mudar hace unas semanas, la verdad nose porque razon, mis padres decian que era por "trabajo" yo solo sabia que estaria aqui un buen rato, eran vacaciones asi que no tendria que preocuparme por la escuela, mis padres platicaban con los vecinos que eran la vecina Adeleine y su hijo de 13 años Renee, su padre habia muerto en un accidente en auto, yo solo intentaba quitarme el ri
The TruthThe Truth
(from "Forever Yours")
Listen to the one that loves you,
And you will find the truth.
Let go of those rebellious,
Patterns of your youth.
Hitch a ride upon a star,
But stand and be a man,
And listen to the Word of God,
Because for you, He has a plan.
Let your dreams soar farther,
Than the world is big around,
Yet put your feet in check,
And plant them firmly on the ground.
Let your love shine brighter,
Than the stars up in the sky,
Live your dreams forever,
And never let them die.
-Michele Cameron Drew
Yours to KeepYours to Keep
(from "Goldspun Dreams")
Whether I am here,
Or I am away,
Feel my soul beside yours,
And my heart in your hands.
They will never leave you,
If you accept them completely.
They are yours to keep forever,
As is my love.
-Michele Cameron Drew
The Rose is of a crimson hue,
She burns with a passion that is all her own...
A blaze that burns deeply and brightly,
Which can be ignited by a tiny spark,
Or be doused by a raindrop,
In the warmth of the sun...
She is of a sad lot this Rose,
Filled with the pain of heartbreak and despair,
Yet through loving, living, sharing, caring and growing,
She has found the way back home...
The laughter of children playing in the sun,
The feeling of a snowflake on a silky red petal,
The wind at her back,
The light and warmth of the sunshine on her face...
The sound of the rain as it gently falls,
Upon the garden floor,
to society as a whole...
A young man lies dead in the street,
Face down in a puddle of blood.
A crying woman kneels down by his feet.
Just look what they've done to her son.
Another victim of a street gang war,
Did he really deserve to die?
Just another of society's poor,
Lost over the nickels and dimes.
Stop, the world from turning.
Keep it standing still.
Hey! Look what you're doing.
You beat and maim and kill.
Stop, you'll find the answer,
Maybe when I say,
Your death and defiance,
Can only cause more pain.
To avenge the death of this young man,
And to ease his mother's pain,
A boy runs out with gun in hand.
Love Ain't EnoughLove Ain't Enough
Though they love each other,
It will never work out.
She is always bored and,
He is always strung out.
They play their silly games,
And drive everybody mad.
It was never that good,
But it was never that bad.
Love ain't enough, but what can you do?
Love ain't enough, unless you can get through.
Love ain't enough, and they don't understand,
You can't make it work with just a touch of your hand.
They can't go on like this,
And they can't work it out.
With all their little lies,
Their fear and their doubt.
Somebody tell them that,
It wasn't meant to be.
Isn't there a way that,
We can make them see that...
Our HairOur Hair
to hippies everywhere, and the hair war of the 80's...
Society don't want our hair,
They criticize the things we wear.
Disciples wore their hair like ours,
And they were good and right and fair.
Can they ever understand,
The human heart, the human hand,
What it's like to just be free,
The way we know that it should be?
Our hair is a symbol of our living,
A brotherhood that we all share.
We know we've got the right to freedom.
I wonder if they even care.
Back in '76 they wore it,
All tied up and white.
And they also stood for freedom,
Perhaps this will shed some light.
Citizens of Evermore,
Tell them of the love we
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