Her GripBreathing is ragged.Head is spinning.You run faster and faster,but you know she's winning.As she closes the distanceher voice becomes clear,whispering your secrets,and your darkest of fears.Your energy is waning,and she's only getting faster,and you know without a question,this will end in disaster,Suddenly there's a grip on your arm,It's stubborn and strong.It's all over now.It's all going wrong.
InspirationIt's there and It's not.Just out of reach.Just beneath the surface.The inspiration you seek.Your reason for writing.The passion in your art.This passion that you need,somewhere in your heart.But it's hiding,evading your touch.How can you writeWithout inspiration, your crutch?You set down the pencil,take a deep breath.Don't strain your sanity.It's all you have left.The inspiration will come.Be patient and see.It may take a while,but it will soon be free.
The CrowdThe crowd told me to wear a skirtI wore my spiky shortsThe crowd told me "keep to yourself"But I express my thoughtsThe crowd told me to have blonde hairI dyed it blue and pinkThe crowd told me to watch TVI chose instead to thinkThe crowd told me to like dubstepI listen to The CureThe crowd told me to drink cows' milkBut I don't see what forThe crowd told me to say I'm straightBut that's only half trueThe crowd told me to have a babyBut I don't want toNow the crowd are closing inCalling me a freakNow the crowd want me to conformI'm too tongue-in-cheekNow the crowd hate my differencesI don't think I careNow the crowd are sick of meAnd these strange clothes I wearNow I'm looking for someoneThat feels the same as meNow I'm looking for someoneWho wants to feel more freeNow I'm looking for someoneWho's strange and kind and trueNow I'm looking for someoneBut is that someone you?
UneditedWe cry.We scream.We fight for our dream.We scream.We cry.We're just waiting to die.The same emotionswith a different drive.Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.The same in one way,different in anotherbrother and sister, sister and brother.So close in feeling,so different in the end.Falling apart, or finally on the mend?Which am I?Will I ever know?Fighting to stay or ready to go?Maybe I'm both,in some impossible way.Emotions oddly mixed everyday.Wouldn't surprise.I'm such a freak.Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"
Bottled UpThey say it’s never goodTo keep things bottled upLet them outLet your voice be heardBut do people listen?Hear you as you screamUnheard or ignored,Hard to tellScream out loud until your face is blueConfront them until your back is stabbedHide until your heart is stoneKeep things bottled upOr let them outLose or loseEither way you’re left with one thingAn empty bottleA broken shell
RumoursI'm holding your handBut they're trying to pull it awayLike a hand full of sandSlipping between my fingersThe cruel words slip out of their mouthsThey're predators and we're the preyAnd I try not to listenAnd I mustn't revealAny insecurity that I feelIf I let my guard down, they'll eat me aliveHow will we survive?Close your eyes and I will tooBlock their hatred from our viewFor it seems I've made some enemies without ever meaning toPlease don't listen to their liesThey're the wolves in sheep's disguiseAnd I love you, and I need you to get throughTell me what I've done wrongTell me why I deserve this ridiculeThis has gone on too longHaven't you hurt me enough?It started out with a rumour but now you're playing too roughAnd I try to stay calmBut they're right in my faceYour indiscretion makes me want to embrace my angerTo hurt you tooBut I'll never sink as low as youClose your eyes and I will tooBlock their hatred from our viewFor it seems I've made some enem
angels of agonywe are the angels of agonybrighten the skydim out the lightsfell into riversof our tearswe try to smilewhen we walk our miledragging our feet through hell and earthwe feel the burdenin every wayeven though we staywe wish for a turn of daywe sing the anthemof our painwings rip free and fade to blackcause now you knowwe are the angels of agonyso perfect we seetrying to flyif we black out the nightstill just a sliverof light eats mewe cry and screamis it all just a dreamstuck in a coma an ever lasting sleepwe feel the burdenin every wayeven though we staywe wish for a turn of daywe sing the anthemof our painwings rip free and fade to blackcause now you knowwe are the angels of agonybrighten the skydim out the lightsfell into riversof our tearswe try to smilewhen we walk our miledragging our feet through hell and earthwe arewe arewe are the angels of agonyagonyeven though we staywe wish for a turn of daywe sing the anthemof our painwings rip
Reverberationthinking of knives cuts me again.
Shame on me..Shame on meFor everything I’ve doneEverything that makes me who I amThings that keep me saneBut one day I’ll go insaneFrom all the things you saidStill running in my headGlass words cause tears of iceRunning down my faceScreaming in my mindI’m running out of timeShame on meFor letting the monsters inThey’re getting to mePiercing my brain,Going INSANE
Inner EchoI can see you starting to breakyou think you can hide it wellbut I can tellthis much you can't takeI'm your mind,I can see what's behindthose sad eyes of yours;feelings so insecureHas no one told you, you can't fool them?Are you in such denial that you're willing to pretend?I know it pains you to admitjust how alone you really are,that I'm your only friendthat didn't give you scarsYou might hate mefor I lock up your happiest memoriesbut trust me, those are the saddestyou'll never be that happy againit's better to just kill themThe word death, you think of a lotdancing corpses waiting to rotsinging the deadly melodies to your heartguiding it to fall apart
I used to be her.See that girl in the pictures? Yeah.I knew her once.We were close.See the pink tennis shoesthe ones you bought for our eighth birthday?We wore them every day for a year.And when we ran in the dark –they lit up like firefliesfollowing in our footsteps.Me and her,that used to be our happiness.And see the smudge of chocolate on her cheek?You told us not to eat the whole thing,we’d get sick,but we snuck off anyways,giggling in the corner with friends I no longer havesmearing our faces:the closest thing to heaven.Nowadays,I don’t remember how to taste.She left and turned everything to ashash and a hollowness I used to call hunger.I don’t remember the last time I could taste chocolate,those echoes of bittersweet.Oh, and look at the scrapes on our knees.When we fell, you picked us upwiped away our tears, smudging our cheeks grayplastering on band-aids colored with Scooby Doo and Spongebob.But in the years since me and her have lost touch,th