You say you want me, I say youre my only baby. And I try to oush through to you, But pulling away is all you do. Am I just all one lie? Are we just getting by? And I can see the end of this, When they say "are you still his?" All i ever do, Is bend so we wont break. All i ever say are things that, I hope will make you notice me. All you ever say, Is that your love wont go away. All you ever do is, Give me sweet little each day. Its those, Sweet little kisses that seem to Get under my skin. Im left wondering, What youre doing. Who yourw with, And how youre getting on. Im tugging my hair out, I just wanna scream and shout. Anything to do that could, Make you notice me. We're stuck in a war And wars are never won. You're so sweet, And the gentle- kind, But i'm neer gonna be your number one. Am i just one lie? Are we just getting by. And i can see the end of this, Wen they say "are you still his?" We're in a war, And wars are never won. Youre so sweet, And the gentle-kind, But im never gonna be your number one. No Im, Never gonna be your number one. So, I guess its safe to say, Ag the end of the day. That our love story, is finally done. Alrhough, youre sweet And the gentle- kind. Its clear to me that, Im not gonna be enough to be, Youre number one.

Look Through The Memory Book **please dont hate this was my first attempt at song writing probably never gonna write a song again** Verse 1 ----------- A gentle touch, A small carress. A last goodbye, And a relief of stress. It was good in the beginning, We were like fire. But we both know the story was starting its ending. Chorus ---------- We said goodbye, We said goodnight. We said it was forever, Swore all for nothing, it was never. No youre saying you miss me, But please dont cry over me baby. Our chapters will be kept, Just look in the memory book. Theres a stack of lies, Theres a web of cries. Theres so much confusion, Guessing it was all an illusion. Dont cry over me baby, Our chapters will be kept, Just look in the memory book. Verse 2 ---------- Im in the dark, In rhe cold. The burning love we had, Was quickly sold. Im looking hard in the broken mirror, And I dont know how to fix it. Chorus ----------- We said goodbye, We said goodnight. We said it was forever, All for nothing, it was never. No youre saying you miss me, But please dont cry over me baby. Our chapters will be kept, Just look in the memory book. Theres a stack of lies, Theres a web of cries. Theres so much confusion, Guessing it was all an illusion. Dont cry over me baby, Our chapters will be kept, Just look in the memory book. Verse 3 ----------- Through the madness, We fell in love. And through the sadness, We found the story of us. Chorus ----------- We said goodbye, We said goodnight. We said it was forever, All for nothing, it was never. No youre saying you miss me, But please dont cry over me baby. Our chapters will be kept, Just look in the memory book. Theres a stack of lies, Theres a web of cries. Theres so much confusion, Guessing it was all an illusion. Dont cry over me baby, Our chapters will be kept, Just look in the memory book. Verse 4 ------------ Dont cry over me baby, (Just look in the memory book) Someday we'll be us again maybe, (Just look in the memory book) And i will always hold you here, Close to me.. So close to me.. Yeah.. Chorus ----------- We said goodbye, We said goodnight. We said it was forever, All for nothing, it was never. No youre saying you miss me, But please dont cry over me baby. Our chapters will be kept, Just look in the memory book. Theres a stack of lies, Theres a web of cries. Theres so much confusion, Guessing it was all an illusion. Dont cry over me baby, Our chapters will be kept, Just look in the memory book.

Red Stream [sorry if this one is a little too personal] My wrist is a canverse, And my blade is a paint brush. My thoughts are my enimies, And my enimies are mt inspiration. I close my eyes, I take a deep breath, I let it go, And I let the cuts spread. I have a vivid picture in my mind, So its easy for my paint brush to recreate The image that happened today, In the back of school where no body else would find. People say, They have a hard #life themselves. So why, at the end of the day, Do they have to make mine a living hell? [Im sorry its bad]

Whirl Wind There is one question, That I fear to answer. Most people would say: Animals or heights. Or death or the dark. For me, The words never seem to come out. I want to answer, I want it to come out as a shout. It seems like it refraims itself, Hidimg in the dark. Waiting, watching, For one chance, Just one chance, To come out and start playing. If I stop, Even just for a moment, The fear creeps in. Like I have handed over the power, And let in all sin. My thoughts are a whirl-wind, They are a wreck. They are my version of, The fear of spiders, Or the fear of mice. They send me panicking, They send me scared, They make me stand still, Making everyone else stare. This is unusual, As it seems. There is no diagnosis, Just like there is no cure. No one can hold my hand, Or hold me tight throughout the night. I can not be told that it will get better, And I can not be told, That its not as bad as its seems. Because, for those words to be processed, I would have to stop, So then people would stare.

Blackness You can make yellow paint, Out of blue and green. You can make purple paint, Out of red and blue. You can make green paint, Out of yellow and blue. You can make a great orange paint, Out of a simple yellow and red. But what makes black, This deepening colour? The colour we see when the lights go out, When we look at our shadows, And when we see our dilated pupils. Is it grey and deep red? Or midnight blue and a dark shade of green? Could it be, A sandy yellow, and a purple? I could not say, That I know for sure. This colour is a mystery, One that causes such misery. It is not as bright as a white, But not quite as calming as an ocean blue. It is not illuminating, Unlike the vibrant oranges and reds that create beautiful sunsets. It is just blackness. Dull and silent, Mysterious and silent. Eery and suspencious, Cold, harsh and frightening.