Tragic Youth

Once upon a time there was a boy

who loved a girl

And they were happy

or so he thought

Once upon a time there was a girl

who was with a boy

but she couldn't commit

so she lied

Once there was a boy

who learned the truth

that it was a lie

a part of him died

Once there was a girl

who told the truth

that felt the burden rise

and so she left

There was a boy

who hated himself

needed to find relief

so cut himself

There was a girl

Who once knew love

now only knows list

wonders where he is

A boy

who couldn't take it

let himself go

and is now with her again

A girl

Who read the paper

while feeding her son

from the man who doesn't love her

Learn from them

Boy to Man

There once was a young boy

who lived with his family, in there tiny house,

in their small community

he loved and he laughed and he played and sang

There once was a teenager

who still lived with his family,even though they were "lame",

and he was always at his girlfriends house

he loved and laughed and played

There once was a young man

who visited his family every now and then,

when ever he had the time

he loved and he laughed

There once was a middle aged men

who rarely visited of his family, for he was far to busy,

and the retirement home smelled

he loved

There once was a old man

who lived by himself, because his children never visited,

who missed his family

he didn't love, laugh, play, or sing

Love them while you have them

Numba 3

Standing on the water tower

look out over the city

See the windows glow

I wonder if they know

Is there anyone out there

Is anyone watching me

Is there anyone out there

Will any one set me free

Walking on the river bridge

See the warm water

One more step and there I go

Down to the waters flow

Is there anyone out there

Will anyone wake this dream

Is there anyone out there

Is anyone going to save me

and when you free me

when you save me

will you let me fly

fly high into the sky

so high into the sky

Is there anyone out there

Is there anyone

Numba 2

And the scary part is

we've been friends for so long

we know each other

when will this go wrong

When You drive me craazy

round in circles I go

Do I want to stop

I doon't know

Craazy, for you

yes you, yea you

And the best part is

I've known you my whole life

Don't cha feel

that this is perfectly right

'cause You drive me craaaazy

round in circles I go

Do I want to stop

I don't know

Craazy, for you

yes you, only you

But when you say

maybe we could just be friends

Do you think that

my heart ever will mend

But when you say

maybe we could just be friends

Do you think that

my heart ever will mend

'Cause you drive me craaazy

Round in circles I go

Do I want to stop

the answer will always be no

CRAAAAZY, CRAAAAZY

for you crazy fooor you.

Nothing changes too much, unfortunatly

And as the tear drips from my eye

and as the sweat streaks down my brow

and as the blood trickles from my cut

I know you could never understand

And as your words pierce my heart

and as there glares tear my soul

and as her laugh slams my ears

I know you could never understand

For how could one so beautiful

feel what I feel

and how could one so wise

feel the way I feel

and how could on so liked

feel how I feel

Maybe one day the ugliest duckling

will turn into a swan

maybe one day the butterfly

will come out of it'd cocoon

and fly away to find somewhere else

thank you Insomnia, laced with sorrow

God bless Insomnia

so for the past three of four day's I haven't been able to fall asleep, and since I got my mac it's become a lot easier to write stuff down, so while I'm lying there trying to get to sleep, ideas for songs fall into my head, so here's one of them.

Fingers fly

Ideas splash against the page

set my creativity free

looking back

where did this come from

when did that get in side of me

writing out your love

writing out your life

writing out your song

now the music

what to do

I gotta show you I'm no fool

has to be happy

upbeat, and rhythmical

has to be as perfect as you

Writing out you love now

writing out your life

writing our how great your are

writing out your song

My fingers flying

this time on the strings

let the music take you

close your eyes

take a breath

and see your self like I do

Writing out your love, yea

writing out your life

Writing out your love, yea yea

I've written out your song

don't have music for it mind you, but at least I'm half way there

Work in progress...I think

Scraping metal
Shrieking steel
Tearing Flesh
All with the flick of the wrist

Floating algae
Molding upholstery
Water logged corpse
All with the press of the foot

Driving off into the darkness
Don't know where I'm goin

Driving off into the darkness
Don't think I'll be slowin

Badly Drawn Boy = Great Indie Music

And I'm sitting here on facebook,
staring at your picture.
wishing hopeing waiting, all in vain
what are the chances that you would be interested in me
why would you spend your time with someone like me
why would you even think of someone like me

why the hell does this always happen
why does my head do this to me
what did I ever do to it

as I sit here wasteing the hours
counting them
ones that could have been spent with her
watching them
trickling down the hour glass
dripping down to the massive mound of wasted time


and theres nothing I can do
nothnig but sit here an write it all out
and even then it barely helps

I think I need a hug

Respond to me?

What do you do?

when thinking about someone makes you feel sick to your stomache

but she's all you can think about

when you just want all these hopeless thoughts to leave you alone

but theses thought are all thats keeping you same

what can you do when someone ignores you

and it tears you up inside


is there even anything I can do?

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