candysorbai

Why must all of the birds match in feathers A wonderful sign of conformity All of their plumage keeps them together But what if these birds are a bore to me All I am given is blackbirds and crows What if all I wanted was a peacock Life's boring and dull in columns and rows But unique birds don't belong in this flock This reality's becoming a blur I'll show you that there is more to this world When all that's left is faux feathers and fur I'll show you more than a self-obsessed girl I have now realized that you can still fly without changing, staying natural inside.

Birds of a feather flock together what a wonderful sign of conformity but what if these birds are a bore to me all you give me is black birds and crows all lined up in columns and rows but what if i want something like a peacock don't tell me society is out of stock all that's left is faux feathers and fur it seems like reality has become just a blur tell me that there's more to this world more than a broken smile on a self-obsessed girl tell me that there's no need to hide behind made up smiles and trampled pride tell me that i will make it by with a real smile, natural inside i don't want to be adapted just to be at

Yesterday I died, tomorrow's bleeding. I'm scared that everyone is out to get me. You don't want to hurt me, but see how deep the bullet lies. I've lost who I am and I can't understand Why my heart is so broken, rejecting your love. I've been jumping from the tops of buildings For the thrill of the fall, ignoring sound advice. Every moment fades to black. Every kiss and every taste, She wishes time would ease the pain. And if I only could, make a deal with God, I will not be silent. All this time spent in vain, wasted years, wasted gain. So much hate for the ones we love All is lost, hope remains, and this war's not over. Torn

why do i always have to adore the ones who belong at the side of one who belongs to me there is always excitement in his words and mystery in his being that creates a longing in my heart his eyes, his hair, his lips all things i wish belonged to me so much so i would give up who i already own to obtain them if only they would stay at my side in reality, they'd probably fall away from me faster then i fell for them or they wouldn't even give me a chance but that doesn't stop me from dreaming i know that these thoughts are wrong but i just cant stop feeling what my thoughts are pushing towards my heart there will be no happ

Dear boy with the orange sweatshirt, I'll be your girl with purple hair. sure we are just secondary colors, but who cares about the colors we wear?

We were quite the couple We always made stupid nicknames But then when we broke it off All those names went up in flames You use to call me cutie I use to call you my Richie-bear You would always hug me And let me stroke my fingers through your hair You tricked me You filled my head with stupid lies You ripped my heart right through me But now you're just my ex with blue eyes ba da da da, ba dda da da da, ba da da da, da da da da da da ba da da da, ba dda da da da, ba da da da, da da da da da we never really went public no one really knew about how you stayed with me and about how I treasured you you use to call me lonely I

You're too young to vote And i'm too young to care So all we've got to do is sit back, wait, and stare You say you got it planned out I listen to what you share you know what you're doing you know what, you know where i cant help but thinking there's no place for me out there all that i can do is think and write about your hair and this is my third song about you i'm dying here without you and everywhere no one seems to care about whats going on and it's wrong to sit here without you When i ask you how you are all you say is fine but your voice and your eyes show me that you shine you send warmth to my heart and chi

i can roll my Rs i can cross my eyes i can flip my tongue over both ways i can bend all my fingers and all my toes i can crack my neck i can walk across the street i can memorize lyrics i can do geometry i can write a formal letter i can play hopscotch i can speak englich i can speak spanish i can speak dutch i can honestly say that i am friends with a christian, jew, muslem, cathloc, atheist, caucation, african american, portorican, indian, latino, straight, gay, bi, lesbian, 2 year old, 84 year old, has piercings, has a tattoo, blond, ginger, brunette, ravenhaired, couch potato, athlete, jock, nerd, and a whole bunch of other t

He's always on my mind And I think all the time About how his hair is a mess If he knew about me And would go out with me I would not have all this stress I dream of his smile And think for a while About the flaws we may have Sure he's not perfect But he is still worth it And he drives me mad I think that I like you Maybe you can like me too "You can be The best for me When I'm the Worst for you" He blesses me when I sneeze And always says please And thank you when he gets things I always write letters About his bright sweatshirts And dream of receiving his rings He'd never hate me But I wish he would date me All yea

you make me smile every day with every single word you say sometimes i think how our glasses would clink if i were ever graced with your kiss then i think this if i just asked you one day it really wouldn't be bad that way you could say no and i would be sad to know that it couldn't be but if he said yes i could drop all this stress and give it a try then i could get by with this feeling of hope that we would elope and have twenty three kids i'd close my eye lids and dream about it all day and realize that i'd want it that way.