But...It's time to fly away,time to save the day.But who rescues the hero?Get yourself straightand lose that blasted hate.But why does it turn to self?Learn from loss at the leastand heal yourself with sky blue tears.But why do they say you're angsty?Sing and danceas if this day is your last.But when is it time to stop?Give as good as you get,the easiest lesson as of yet.But what if you forget caution?Run the race of the lifeand definitely don't sit and hide.But where does it end?Live your life as you see fitand make sure you chase your own gift.But...how?
Inner BattleThe scratch of a penacross the page of memory...The press of broken dreamscutting the mind's defense...All the while, it begins to shakeand a pair of red eyes open in bleak gray.Fighting for self control,is a quest for mind and heart...Losing only to yourselfit is still a fatal flaw...Then begins the very endof all you know or thought.Blows that bruise your very soulcome bullet fast and don't stop...Knives that drain the colorfrom your brave and fearless face...They simply cannot quitfor the may allow the victory of IT.Suddenly a single rayof blinding, beautiful white...Lighting this fearful placethat is called the back of your mind...The blows suddenly end and the cutsstop spewing blood. Faith has won again.
Running from Demons...whirly whirly go aroundspin spin fall downcry cry little babyfight fight crazy ladyrun run pass everyonethere there go back byfall fall stay downno no stop that flightmove move another tryhurt hurt won't you learnyell yell let me beevil evil never leaveburn burn crush her downfire fire burning 'roundso so up againlose lose give up foolrush rush can't stop nowtrip trip bruised againhah hah you loseup up what the...
Growing UpI miss the innocence of my youthwhen I never had to worry about the truth.Going out to play and have fun;not knowing the real world had begun.As I sit and workfeeling as if swallowed by a giant shirt,I wish I could escape and be free.If I could, I'd go sit in a tree.Now, everyone I know doesn't understandwhat I wish I still had in the palm of my hand.I wish I could go out and playbut I'm too old, they say.
True Worth of FriendsFallen from lights to darksthe landing bruises the heart.In the darkness of the shadows,the bruised one wanders, lost."Where is the light? Why am Itrapped in endless lies?I've lost it all! Nothing remainsfor me to keep in memory's savings!"Looking up, the tears are visibleon the person's face. Wearinessis obvious as the one decidesto control the last of his fate.Before he can shoot, his life flashespast. Seeing all the hurt just causestears. But, one memory, he's amazed."Are those tears of mine from LAUGHING??"From a mystic rewind, he looks againand sees himself standingaround with his friends.Then he sees what really happened.He looks at the gun,and remembers his friends."I have more than I thought...this can't be the end!"The gun lies forgotten,for the next tempted.Please, be a friendto keep death from happening...
Mid Class BoredomBlame computer's full of itself,trying to force its way on someone else.There's nothing you can doexcept what it wants you to.It traps you on the same problem for an hour;it's like getting caught in a snare of leather!Even the sharpest knife fails to cut throughand the same problem it gives to you.Waiting for the clock to hit 2:15...even when the class is just starting!Windows to the rear offer an escape.But really! Who wants to land on concrete?Close your eyes; take a deep breathand try not to curse it or yourself.Just look at it this way....you won't have to see it the next day...
Newspaper AdWANTED--a mindthat can be on duty at all times.Must be able to figure out MathAND write for all English tasks.Also must be able to have a good timesitting around; counting beats for a rhyme.Preferred that the rhymes are goodbut not required, except on a blue moon.
It's Always the SameSuper, I know you hurt.The pain seems to be the worst.You have no way to know what to do.It's always the same for you.Your tears evaporatewhile you cause so much pain.You know it goes back to you,but it's always the same.The angel inside cries for releaseYou ignore it, to say the least.It knows you will, but tries again.It's always the same.The fire in your eyesmatches the rage in your veins.It's always there,and it's always the same.
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