InspirationInspiration please come my way,I can't live without you another day.I need you to help me get through,my creativity is nothing without you.So please inspiration come back to me,I'm on my knees here waiting debating,whether you'll ever come back to me.I'm sorry I've disappointed you,but my mind seems full of glue.Inspiration you've just punched me in the face,now that you're running it's time for a chase.I'm not going to let you get away,because without you my mind is gray.
He's An AngelHe's an angel trapped in a humans form,Always attempting to figure out how to survive on earth.I don't think I deserve to have him,I don't deserve to even think of us as more than friends,But I want to.He's an angel after all,And I'm a mortal on the roof of my garage thinking I can fly.My dream is we'd float off together,Holding each other close as we fly away.Feeling the wind in our ears, knowing I'm always in his heart,And he's always in mine.I really don't deserve him,Yet he means so much to me.Whenever I'm sad or angry,His face always makes me smile.I just wanted you to know my angel,Even if you can't or choose not to be mine.I'll always love you and care for you,And try to help you through the bad times.
Sick Of ItI'm sick of thinking that one of my best friends wont be alive tomorrow,I'm sick of my parents always 'keeping me under their wing'.I'm sick about everything right now, and I'm getting tired of being sick of itHow much can one person take?All this stress building up inside.Its just waiting for your breaking point,so it can ruin what you've got left.How do we keep this sick monster off our backs?I'm not entirely sure...Maybe the answer lies in allowing yourself not to care as much about the 'thing'.Then again, you might become emotionless in the process.So what would you rather be?Torn apart by feelings, or not care about anything in life?It's a hard choice..But then again, don't you need balance?If you didn't have the bad times,then would the good times be so great?
The Whole TruthHave you ever been lied to?Or felt used in any way?Knowing all along this person probably only wanted to hurt you?But didn't want to believe the truth because It'd hurt too damn much?Its the worst feeling in the world.To think that someone you called friend isn't even that.Yet, even know you wonder if you're right or not.And the thought of being wrong still makes you sick.You now have a good reason to wear that sweat band again,To hide those self inflicted cuts.Because you're angry at yourself,You felt the need to punish yourself.It helps you get through a hard situation,Or it makes you think twice about doing the thing that made you punish yourself.Youre always angry at yourself now because of what these people did.Its your entire fault and you know it.Yet you're willing to crawl back to them praying they'll forgive you.You're confused and don't know what to believe.You have the right to be confused.All those pictures were fakes,Or some of them an
You're An AngelYouve been there for meThrough the good and the badThrough the happy and the sadYouve loved me since the day I was bornAnd will always love me.Youre a special personBecause you make me feel warm insideAnd I will love youUntil the day I die.Listening to you talkIs like hearing an angels songDid you come from heaven?(Fading: Did you? Did you? Did you?)I bet you did and will spread your wingsOne of these days when the times is rightAnd return to those fluffy clouds you call homeBut right now your home is here with meThank you for always being thereHelping me get through the hard timesThank you for giving me the life I haveSo we celebrate you on this special day.
A GIG Your eyes peak over the curtain as you get ready to go on stage. You pick up the guitar to the left of you, heart pounding. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten incredibly as you set out onto the stage.The roar of the crowd makes the knot loosen slightly but when you reach the microphone that all changes.Pouring out your heart as you strum the guitar violently, making the crowd go wild. Your fears moving quickly away.Bowing - you feel relived you just survived your first concert. Quickly you take a drink of water feeling overjoyed that the night went well, and that the crowd liked your music. In a flash the memory ended, you long for it to come back some how wishing to be on that stage again.