The Lockyer Girl The smoke sits on the pavement Sucking the air dry I don't think the cigarettes know They're making her cry The smoke swirls under her feet Clutching at her lungs I don't think she knows She's climbing deaths rungs The smoke licks at her legs Calling her to the ground I don't think her parents know What their daughter has found The smoke climbs up her stomach Eating at her insides I don't think her body knows What's squeezing at its sides The smoke slips around her neck Strangling her throat I don't think her mind knows The sound of deaths notes The smoke suffocates her Making her fall to the floor The reaper smiles at her death The scythe comes down with blood and gore

Destiny Destiny They say our story's old. ACE They say our time is out. GCE But they don't know the worry. GBD The pain, the fear or doubt. ADF ACE The loss of people you love. ACE The shouts of the ones you hate. GCE You wonder if its what you've done. GBD Or if its just plain fate.ADF ACE Destiny, destiny destiny oh destiny. DFA How could you be so cruel to me oh destiny. Bb DG Destiny destiny, The fear and love of destiny. ACF You can't leave me alone ACE To suffer by my phone. BGD Destiny, destiny oh destiny. GBE You hope for something better ACE You wish there was a way GCE But you can never change the past GBD And never change the jay ADF ACE It's wings will fly in unison ACE It's body will lift off the ground GCE And you will be left there GBD With no sound sound ADF ACE Destiny, destiny destiny oh destiny. DFA How could you be so cruel to me oh destiny. Db FA Destiny destiny, The fear and love of destiny. DFA You can't leave me alone ACE To suffer by my phone. ACF Destiny, destiny oh destiny. GBE Destiny, destiny destiny oh destiny. DFA How could you be so cruel to me oh destiny. Db FA Destiny destiny, The fear and love of destiny. DFA You can't leave me alone ACE To suffer by my phone. ACF Destiny, destiny oh destiny. GBE Des D Tin F Eeeeee A

Headphones Ears listen to a sound no one else can hear Even though people are near The word plug is not a good word to describe The way you put the buds inside The buds bloom as sound pours out Like juicy honey out of a spout Many people stand around Yet no one else can hear this sound They can't feel the energy of the music itself Just like like has been left on the shelf The bounce of the beat The hum of the bass The way you feel wrapped in in personal space The music ends just as it started And very slowly, the music darted To a different song A different place A different pace

The Language Of Music Music needs no words No description, no dance Music is the thing That makes us take a chance A change to sing, a chance to feel A chance to make everything seem unreal For music is soul, music is heart Music is an art

The Suburbs Of The Rural City The suburbs of the rural city Were filled with trees, and fields so pretty Polluted by roads, and factories Smoke covering the beautiful sceneries Yet on the outskirts of the in And yet a flower growing in a tin It makes no sense For this moment of suspense To be so rural with cities So pretties With a cobweb growing in the clouds And a mob of clown-faced angry crowds With torches there To burn and scare With a goose fighting a hare You see It's makes sense to me Because I live In the suburbs of the rural city