It's 1:00am,
Thoughts are catching up,
This is when all hell breaks lose,
My heart begins to beat faster,
The tears flow freely,
I press my hand to my mouth to muffle the shouts of my anger towards a world so cold and distant,
It stifles to a sniffel,
I close my eyes for a moment,
Wave after wave of exhaustion hit me,
But I toss and turn like the sea,
Too many voices, too many scenarios,
I love the King and the King loves me,
I still feel so empty,
Maybe a few more episodes will fill the wholes of all the times you forgot to say you loved me,
Mom and dad, more like suicide and death,
I love the King, and the King loves me,
It's almost six,
Time to mentally tear myself apart,
Sigh

whatever you do,
don't go back
to what

b   r   o   k   e

               you.

When we're gone, will we be remembered?
Our gravestones weathered away,
Our ashes spread in the wind.
Some of us will be the unknown body in the archaeological museum,
Others will have rotted completely away.
All that's left of us will be our descendants,
And even they will forget.

So how will we ensure we're remembered?
Can we, will we, leave a mark?
Will we stand up for what is right,
What is fair, not what is easy?
Will we make our voices be heard,
Or will we let them be drowned out by greed and animosity?

If we stand up, make our voices heard,
Imagine what we could do!
We'd be unstoppable,
Remembered as the people who made true equality happen!
Leave a legacy to be proud of,
We'd be remembered long after we're dead.

The only way to be remembered is to make them remember,
So lets do something memorable while we still have the chance!

I say don't let failures define you.
Let them shape you.

I'm spinning out of control.
I'm going mad,
I can't stop myself.

Help! I need someone,
Someone to hold me tight,
To tell me it'll be alright,
Someone to be there.

I'm going mad,
And I need help.
I can't stop myself,
HELP!

The world will end in fire or storm,
If given the choice I'd choose the storm.
Go out with a bang is what they say,
Better to drown than to burn.
Yet I can't help but wonder,
Isn't the storm almost the same as fire?
Electricity coursing through your veins,
You fry from the inside.
In the end you'll either be deep-fried or crispy and burnt.
Maybe one'll be wetter than the other,
But in the end, we'll all be dead.

Once this world was a better place,
Now filled with lots of disgrace
So quick to hide behind their screen,
Bashing,slashing, and gossiping
So you thought she was truly your friend,
Now she'll do anything just to win
Told all of your secrets to any who gave their ear,
Spoke to them your stories,worries, and fear
Remember that there are still good friends,
Will treat you like a princess until this world ends
Don't let it trouble you,
I'll hold your hand till you make it through