Liz!
Well-known member
My style is quite morbid and I guess it kind of reflects my personality, but whatever.
Shake, Shake, Rattle, Cry.
Blood shot and teary eyes,
Puffy cheeks and pounding ears.
Caffeine levels run dry,
Shake, shake, rattle, cry.
Each noise too loud,
Each sound too much,
Each person a blur,
Shake, shake, rattle, cry.
Sleepless,
Tormented,
Eye lids like lead;
Shake, shake, rattle, cry.
Watch Yourself
You sit,
You watch,
You observe.
You dissect,
You judge,
You dictate.
Be careful not to lose yourself,
Don't be pulled in too far.
When searching for someone else,
You might lose sense of who you are.
You sit,
You watch,
You observe.
You dissect,
You judge,
You dictate.
Don't lose yourself,
Don't forget who you really are.
Don't get so wrapped up in this,
You won't remember who you are.
You sit,
You watch,
You observe.
You dissect,
You judge,
You dictate.
Watch yourself, Bindy,
You might get lost.
Always remember who you are,
Don't get pulled in too far.
Afraid To Fall
You won't fly,
Because you're afraid to fall.
You won't love,
Because you're afraid to hurt.
You won't take a chance,
Because you're afraid to loose.
You won't try,
Because you're afraid to fail.
Well tell me this angel,
If you're too afraid to fly,
What are your wings for?
What is your heart for?
Angel, do tell me,
What kind of a life do you lead,
If its been lived in fear?
Answer me this, angel,
If you ever do fly -
Will you be afraid that you'll forget to stop?
What If Life...
What if life is naught but a dream,
A reality that isn't real?
What if life is naught but a dream,
And when death approaches we wake up?
What if life is naught but a dream,
And when we awaken we're given a new life?
What if life is naught but a dream,
Could we change the mistakes of our past?
What if life is naught but a dream,
But what if we don't wake up?
Hidden Beauty
Just like the flowers hidden by snow,
Like a puddle in a desert.
The subtle hints of beauty,
Shine inbetween the cracks.
Criticise yourself all you want,
In the end it's all in vain.
You're beauty, though hidden,
Is surely there.
I don't get why you can't see it,
Your eyes, your hair.
It's not just physical features either,
You're beautiful everywhere.
You're beauty isn't boastful,
It's bashful and quite shy.
But honestly, it's there,
Just hidden.
Shake, Shake, Rattle, Cry.
Blood shot and teary eyes,
Puffy cheeks and pounding ears.
Caffeine levels run dry,
Shake, shake, rattle, cry.
Each noise too loud,
Each sound too much,
Each person a blur,
Shake, shake, rattle, cry.
Sleepless,
Tormented,
Eye lids like lead;
Shake, shake, rattle, cry.
Watch Yourself
You sit,
You watch,
You observe.
You dissect,
You judge,
You dictate.
Be careful not to lose yourself,
Don't be pulled in too far.
When searching for someone else,
You might lose sense of who you are.
You sit,
You watch,
You observe.
You dissect,
You judge,
You dictate.
Don't lose yourself,
Don't forget who you really are.
Don't get so wrapped up in this,
You won't remember who you are.
You sit,
You watch,
You observe.
You dissect,
You judge,
You dictate.
Watch yourself, Bindy,
You might get lost.
Always remember who you are,
Don't get pulled in too far.
Afraid To Fall
You won't fly,
Because you're afraid to fall.
You won't love,
Because you're afraid to hurt.
You won't take a chance,
Because you're afraid to loose.
You won't try,
Because you're afraid to fail.
Well tell me this angel,
If you're too afraid to fly,
What are your wings for?
What is your heart for?
Angel, do tell me,
What kind of a life do you lead,
If its been lived in fear?
Answer me this, angel,
If you ever do fly -
Will you be afraid that you'll forget to stop?
What If Life...
What if life is naught but a dream,
A reality that isn't real?
What if life is naught but a dream,
And when death approaches we wake up?
What if life is naught but a dream,
And when we awaken we're given a new life?
What if life is naught but a dream,
Could we change the mistakes of our past?
What if life is naught but a dream,
But what if we don't wake up?
Hidden Beauty
Just like the flowers hidden by snow,
Like a puddle in a desert.
The subtle hints of beauty,
Shine inbetween the cracks.
Criticise yourself all you want,
In the end it's all in vain.
You're beauty, though hidden,
Is surely there.
I don't get why you can't see it,
Your eyes, your hair.
It's not just physical features either,
You're beautiful everywhere.
You're beauty isn't boastful,
It's bashful and quite shy.
But honestly, it's there,
Just hidden.
