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6 String Romance

  6 String Romance A Rockstar Love short story Lyric's P.O.V  My name is Lyric Anderson, I'm 21 years old, and this is the story of how I met the love of my life. It's a bit of a crazy one, so be prepared for that. It all started my fresh man year of high school.  Flashback Grade 9 Lyric 14 years old I walked inside my school's front doors, so terrified. I had never been to a big school before, and I was worried I would get overwhelmed. One glance around the lobby, and I was right. So many students were talking and laughing, and horsing around. It was a lot to take in. So after getting my schedule, and my locker number. I walked with my head down through the halls, trying to find it. Once I got to my locker, I opened it up and threw my bag in there. I put in a cd, in my player, and put my headphones on. Grabbing my notebook, and my pencil, I shut my locker. I was about to head to my first class, when I accidently ran into someone. "Oh, sorry love. I didn't see ...

World War Me-Self Titled Album

  World War Me-Self Titled Album The Good Enough I try to regain some sanity, well it's hard when I lack the composure and no sort of vanity. Barely managing, cause the weight on my shoulder's a boulder that's crumbling down on me. I'm not down never out for the count and I, find death always creeping around. So what am I supposed to say that I'm better off this way. (Cause I'm in for the long run) I want to feel fire in my lungs, I want to taste pride beneath my tongue. I want to be someone that I'm not (that I'm not) Then maybe I'd be better off, taking what I've got and leaving behind the things I've lost. I want to feel what it's like to be the good enough, to be the good enough. It's scary taking on a life like mine, well I'm far from your best bet. I try to stray from in between the lines, cause it's hard when I fake this. Call me a scum bag can I get my luck back, (F That) Alive in disguise, just a hot mess in progress....

mixed song lyrics pt. 3

  Mixed Song Lyrics Pt. 3 Never Again-Smile Empty Soul I need to give up all my hate, all it seems to ever do is put me deeper in the grave. You only bottle up my rage, but I need to let it out. Because all it ever does is put me in a cage, and I don't know how this world can be so cold. It hurts me no one really cares that you're alone. And I don't know how I always seem to let it get the best of me. But I'm never gonna let it beat me down again, no I'm never gonna let it beat me down again. Lately I've been so stressed out, till I couldn't even breathe. And now I'm shaking on the ground, a side of me is a dark cloud. And it needs to be released, so it can change what I'm about. And I don't know how this world can be so cold, it hurts me no one really cares that you're alone. And I don't know why I always seem, to let it get the best of me. But I'm never gonna let it beat me down again, never gonna let it beat me down again. Can you ...