My only wish was to meet him., chapter 1
I sit alone in my room.
I'm lost.
I dunno what to do.
The lights are on.
The curtains are closed.
The tv blares out.
Even though my rooms alive.
I'm dying inside.
It has this effect on me.
Green Day uncovered is on.
It's giving me mixed emotions.
I dunno weather to cry or scream.
I thought I was over it.
But I was wrong.
It made me realize.
What I really want to do.
The two dreams of mine.
Their lost in this world.
Even though my rooms alive.
I'm dying inside.
It has this effect on me.
The dreams of mine.
Their different from any other.
Their bigger.
Their bolder.
They scream my name.
All I wanted was to meet him.
But it will never happen.
All I wanted was to play Bass for life.
But no one agrees that I can do it.
Except for the two people keeping me alive.
Even though my rooms alive.
I'm dying inside.
It has this effect on me.
My life changed for ever.
The day I fell in love.
It was bad.
It was wrong.
It could only head for broken hearts.
Indeed that's what happened.
Even though my rooms alive.
I'm dying inside.
It has this effect on me.
I cry outside.
I cry inside.
I scream but nobody hears.
It's made worse by the fact.
I'm bullied at school.
The fact I'm not accepted.
No one can take that I am my own.
That I will always be different.
People only see the outer shell.
Never revealing the inner me.
I can trust no one.
For they betray.
I'm trapped in this world.
With no one. Ok?
I sighed 'well that was rushed and needs A LOT of work.' I thought to myself miserably. 'I thought I was through that stage well I must be wrong. Oh well.'
I lay down, watching the screen of my laptop, the words glowing in dark purple on the black background I had placed them on. 'Lightning won't be happy when she finds out. I'm writing these types of songs again.'
At that point a conversation box came up. It was Juice Box. 'Hey' I answered in reply. She typed up a lot of stuff, but I wasn't paying attention I just simply closed the conversation window.
That funeral yesterday really had messed my mind. Yeh he was a close friend of the family and I was devastated constantly crying at the funeral but no deaths in my family ever caused this effect on me. I'd released a lot of my feelings about it into another song, but I wasn't willing to change any of that, it had a lot of meaning as Lightning said and it reached out to anyone who had anyone close to them die of cancer.
I sat back up, my eyes connecting with Billie's poster of Green Day directly opposite my bed. A tear trickled down my cheek. How I longed to meet him, even just for a few seconds, but I knew it was never gonna happen like my other dream. But I didn't mind a lot I learned to cope with a lot of stuff like that.
Suddenly a scream filled the air, making my body tense. Screams of HE'S DEAD HE'S DEAD. Accompanied that I knew what had happened and I knew it was going to be one of the worst things in my life.
I'm lost.
I dunno what to do.
The lights are on.
The curtains are closed.
The tv blares out.
Even though my rooms alive.
I'm dying inside.
It has this effect on me.
Green Day uncovered is on.
It's giving me mixed emotions.
I dunno weather to cry or scream.
I thought I was over it.
But I was wrong.
It made me realize.
What I really want to do.
The two dreams of mine.
Their lost in this world.
Even though my rooms alive.
I'm dying inside.
It has this effect on me.
The dreams of mine.
Their different from any other.
Their bigger.
Their bolder.
They scream my name.
All I wanted was to meet him.
But it will never happen.
All I wanted was to play Bass for life.
But no one agrees that I can do it.
Except for the two people keeping me alive.
Even though my rooms alive.
I'm dying inside.
It has this effect on me.
My life changed for ever.
The day I fell in love.
It was bad.
It was wrong.
It could only head for broken hearts.
Indeed that's what happened.
Even though my rooms alive.
I'm dying inside.
It has this effect on me.
I cry outside.
I cry inside.
I scream but nobody hears.
It's made worse by the fact.
I'm bullied at school.
The fact I'm not accepted.
No one can take that I am my own.
That I will always be different.
People only see the outer shell.
Never revealing the inner me.
I can trust no one.
For they betray.
I'm trapped in this world.
With no one. Ok?
I sighed 'well that was rushed and needs A LOT of work.' I thought to myself miserably. 'I thought I was through that stage well I must be wrong. Oh well.'
I lay down, watching the screen of my laptop, the words glowing in dark purple on the black background I had placed them on. 'Lightning won't be happy when she finds out. I'm writing these types of songs again.'
At that point a conversation box came up. It was Juice Box. 'Hey' I answered in reply. She typed up a lot of stuff, but I wasn't paying attention I just simply closed the conversation window.
That funeral yesterday really had messed my mind. Yeh he was a close friend of the family and I was devastated constantly crying at the funeral but no deaths in my family ever caused this effect on me. I'd released a lot of my feelings about it into another song, but I wasn't willing to change any of that, it had a lot of meaning as Lightning said and it reached out to anyone who had anyone close to them die of cancer.
I sat back up, my eyes connecting with Billie's poster of Green Day directly opposite my bed. A tear trickled down my cheek. How I longed to meet him, even just for a few seconds, but I knew it was never gonna happen like my other dream. But I didn't mind a lot I learned to cope with a lot of stuff like that.
Suddenly a scream filled the air, making my body tense. Screams of HE'S DEAD HE'S DEAD. Accompanied that I knew what had happened and I knew it was going to be one of the worst things in my life.
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