Dead on the block Dead on the block you told him "no" You told him to stop but did he listen? No he did not That's why that kid is dead on the block. He was fightin' a fight that ain't mean to be fought And he realised a while ago he'd already lost He had tried to long to hide feelings he'd caught But he wanted it all to just ******* stop.
You. You took my eyes. Attached them to a line Straight in-front of your face. So it doesn't matter where I look, Or what I'm trying to do, All I can ever see is your ******* face.
You. You took my gravity. I dropped from the sky At the bottom was a mattress Crafted from the finest memory foam. Sheets already covered in your hairs, Pillows already smelling of your perfume.
You. You took my heart. Which may sound quite romantic, But I'm talking several broken ribs, I'm talking a gaping hole in my chest That anyone at all could look into And see the weirdest depths of my soul.
I cry for all the nights I spent without you The nights I missed you, still linger deep within my heart. Even now, it feels as if you’re still gone sometimes. But don’t worry I’m fine It’s all just tricks in my mind. I suppose we both learn things As we make our paths in time.
I just hate to say that I’ve missed Any hours with you That I was absent for the moments In which you needed arms around you.
That you were ever not okay That your knees trembled to the ground That you were ever sad And I was nowhere to be found.
I’ve let not only you, but myself down.
It’s my cross to bear, what happened I’ll wear it with sadness and shame And carry it through the dark, quiet night Or through the thunderous pouring rain.
Until the day, sunshine breaks way And I can forget all that happened yesterday Until I can look in your eyes And not let guilt break my gaze
Until you believe that I am willing to fight For you, for us, for everything Until my dying day.
I love you. And that, is here to stay.
Just some 2am emotional stuff I don’t know what it even means
Step into the spotlight. You just might show us something that we like. You've got talents for days. It's not over, you're a supernova. Show us, teach us to not roll over. Inspire me. I could use some new motivation. Set fire to the sea. We call that innovation. I know I suffer from procrastination but step into the spotlight and you could be the next sensation.
cast out to sea, caught on a rock with waves crashing around me. we used to sail, we used to rise we used to float on waters, endless ebb and flow with the tide. but as the storm approaches, my thoughts grow weary the compass points in all directions we both jump ship in fear of steering. I'm stranded, wet and cold in a storm of sadness, confusion, anger it has come the time, for us to decide are we a lifeboat or an anchor?