The Prelude begins with:

The vibrations,
     Of a cell phone alarm put on snooze.
          Creating a slow start.
The buzz,
     Of a hair dryer.
          Making me speed up.
The deep thump,
     Of feet .
          The accompanying cadence,
               Of creaky floors.
The reeds squeaking,
     Of my bed,
          and the door.
The cymbals slap-slap,
     Of feet
         hitting the floor.

And now the song get’s going with:

The roar,
     Of students on the way to class.
The bright melody,
     Of laughter.
The slow harmony,
     Of inside jokes.
The percussion,
     Of pencils tapping
          and pages turning.
The brass line,
     Of teacher’s voices.
The bass drum,
     Of snores
          In math class.

Now for variations on the theme:

The triple forte,
     Of lunch,
          And final bells.
The frenzied trills,
     Of finishing homework.
The rushed bridge,
     Of practices,
          With the same melody.

And finally the finale:

The decrescendo,
     Of the ride home.
The ritardando,
     Of the walk inside.
The final burst,
     Of sound
          As the day is retold.
The squeak,
     Of the bed
          As I lay down.
The yell,
     Of good night.
The cut-off,
     Of my eyes finally closing.

These four walls stand guard on all sides,
yet I can still hear the screaming coming from the outside
So my guards take a step closer,
Closer
But that’s even worse
because I can still hear every ones voices,
I just can’t run
But my army, sensing my distress,
are still determined to protect;
So they take one more step inward
and now I can touch all four at the same time.
I swear the air is thicker
I swear my heart is cracking
And my guards eager to help come closer
Closer
And now I’m suffocating
I’m gasping for breath
They come closer
Closer
And now I’m on the floor curled into a ball
I cant breath
My body is crumbling under the pressure
And now it all fades to black….

I reach for the stars
          and try to be unique
     I want to achieve the fame
               and honor I deserve
          I hope and pray
                    that someone will notice me
          I wish
               for a good future
     I think
          I'm not good enough
I live life
     in constant waiting
                        for something that will never happen

playing Hard To Get
     get's Him Hard.
          But I liked Him
               BECAUSE,
                    He didn't play games,
               Or maybe I liked Him
          because I KNEW he was going
     to turn out to be The Same
as everyone else.
     I should have known better.
          I shouldn't have given Faith,
                that I knew would undoubtedly,
          be flaunted and returned to me,
     without any Respect
for my Jest of a Heart.