Yeah, when my world is falling apart
When there’s no light to break up the dark
That’s when I, I, I look at you
When the waves are flooding the shore and I
Can’t find my way home anymore
That’s when I, I, I look at you
sometimes I really miss this…and then I go wtf am I thinking.
These dreams will raise you up. Some kids wanna be rock stars, Some kids wanna be firemen. But those dreams will mess you up if your in it for the brightlights and the battle scars, and turn you into a liar. I dont know if i’ve seen a million faces, and i’m not sure if i’ve rocked them all. All i know is that i’ve met a lot of people and filled a lot of spaces. Learned to jump and learned to take a fall. If thats not living large. Then im happy livin’ small.
— thank you Kevin D…I miss you
great night…great friends…thanks for all who supported me! take that bitches: got runner up for freakin Prom Queen…so Prom Princess???
some stuff written this weekend.
we get older with every single glance
we also know every countless chance
every road that might have lead us to a better place
but I understand that this road is mine
to drive on carelessly and recklessly
the truth is though…I am neither reckless or careless
I’m waiting for recognition alone not so different from something to hold.
just something that came to mind, I think I am going to build on it.
Seriously, sometimes all you need is a good friend that can laugh at all the supid shit you do…
Don’t walk in front cause I may not follow,
don’t walk behind cause I may not lead the way,
just take my hand and say you’ll be there tomorrow.
Let Go…Boys Like Girls…Cover of Frou Frou’s…I know they are gettin way too known but still…ya can’t hate Martin…he’s got the voice of an angel!
My friend Lizzy made me listen to this song on her ipod on the way home from a TAI show at the Webster. amazing…end of story
After that magical night where I survived Hey Mondays awful “music”, fought thirteen year olds who think We the Kings (mainly Travis) will marry them, and gapped open mouthed when my other friend Courtney got William’s ONE guitar pick, other friend Danielle got both Sisky and Carden’s picks, and Lizzy got the freakin Butcher’s drumstick…
I however got punched in the eye by some crazy fangirl cause Bilvy got a lil too close to the croud and she wanted to touch him. (I was like five ft. away from him…wtf made her think she could reach!?!?)
Yeah, like I said, good times…
2when I’m free…
It’s hard to be yourself in the face of social competition, surrounded by most people that blindly conform into whatever is easiest. coolest. acceptable. popular. I am guilty of this a lot of the time. It’s nearly impossible to be yourself 100% of the time.
However, when you find yourself in love, whether it’s with a person, a place, or an art, you’re closer than ever. For instance, in a song is where I’m most myself. Capturing all my emotions in my own little melting pot of self. When you find yourself in a moment in time when NOTHING else matters but that moment, and you and yours in that moment alone, you’re real. You’re free.
That’s the feeling I get when I write. When onstage on a particularly magical night. When I lie in bed with him for hours, well into the afternoon. When I cry and laugh at the same time when no one is around. In these moments alone, I’m real. I’m free.
Discuss.
are you for serious?
