Can't you see behind the tears,
The tears that hold the key to my heart,
There is a girl with no fears,
I want to show you,
If you promise not to tell,
Just what I've been through.
I want you to know the real me,
Not the fake,
I want you to know I want to break free.
I've been hurt, I've been accused,
I've been hated and neglected
Unwanted and Abused.
My heart is broken, tears have been soaken,
My eyes are sore,
I need to scream loud and clear.
Chorus: Can you pick me off my feet?
Make me feel free?
Wipe my tears, get rid of my fears.
If you really love me so,
You won't hold on,
You'll let me go.
I'm here for you no matt
Can't you see behind the tears,
The tears that hold the key to my heart,
There is a girl with no fears,
I want to show you,
If you promise not to tell,
Just what I've been through.
I want you to know the real me,
Not the fake,
I want you to know I want to break free.
I've been hurt, I've been accused,
I've been hated and neglected
Unwanted and Abused.
My heart is broken, tears have been soaken,
My eyes are sore,
I need to scream loud and clear.
Chorus: Can you pick me off my feet?
Make me feel free?
Wipe my tears, get rid of my fears.
If you really love me so,
You won't hold on,
You'll let me go.
I'm here for you no matt
Sitting standing lying
It's all the same
I'm still stuck here
Not knowing where I am
Remembering everything I regret
regretting every little mistake
I've made
Sitting standing lying
Nothings changed
I'm still stuck here
Not knowing who I am
Wishing I could forget
Forget everything from my past
and start anew
Sitting standing lying
It makes no difference any more
I'm trapped inside this little box
With no freedom to move
for ever trapped here
pondering my pitiful doom
Decorated with a single rope
hanging from above
A silent look of satisfaction,
passes through-out the crowed
A evil glint in the executioners eye
his foot prepared and ready
As the rope, tied in a hoop like shape
Laid around the dead mans neck
The crowd held there breath
As they waited for the moment
His eyes closed tight
As he whispered His final prayer
Then stool was kicked
The rope, it fell
And with a crack,
It broke his neck
Current Residence: In your closet.... Boo! Favourite genre of music: Shit that I listen to Favourite photographer: Alex and Rosey Favourite style of art: landscape Operating System: windows xp MP3 player of choice: iPod Nano Shell of choice: Shells at the beach. Wallpaper of choice: tiles of green day Skin of choice: Yrh I like my skin Favourite cartoon character: Flippy (happy tree friends) Personal Quote: Fuck off wanker!!!
Favourite Visual Artist
Rosey
Favourite Movies
tankgirl, underworld, charlie and the chocolate factory
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Green Day, MCR, The Used, Panic! At The Disco.
Favourite Writers
Rosey (poet), Shakespeare, *hmm*
Favourite Games
Halo 2
Favourite Gaming Platform
Xbox
Tools of the Trade
My pen and paper
Other Interests
Boys, Rosey, Me, Boys (ahaha) TV, Music, Clothes, Food, Sleep, Staying up late....
I open my mouth but words don't come out
I take a big breath but no air will come in
I stare at the audience with their glaring eyes
I start to turn red so i turn around to hide
Then I hear a shout from the back of the room
I turn back around to see who it was
And in the back of the room was the man of my dreams
So I sang my heart out just to impress him
Well today I recieved an email from Rosey. She's in Adelaide with her mum and she didn't really say if she was having a good time but I guess she is. She told me that she went on one of those Clidestale drawn carts and had to stand next to one to get her picture taken and that she was full freaking out about it. She also said that a few people have checked her out. How cool. I told her she was beautiful but nooo. I guess the stupid campbelltown bims think that Rosey is too good for them so why even bother. lol God if I was a dude I would do Rosey, that is, if she wasn't my best friend. My room smells funny and I don't know why. Hmm... I think