One of these days'One of these days'She says'I'm going to stand up and be counted'And then she sits back down againAll alone, beside her friends'You're my one in six billion'She tells him in her head'And I love you'And then she pushes it to the back of her mindAnd contents herself with smiling at him'I'm going to change'She promises herself'I'm going to be who I want to be'And then she blurs into the crowdAnd gets on with her life'One of these days'She says'One of these days.'
I missI miss what we hadI miss who you wereI miss how you changed meI miss the way you spoke to meI miss the way you held meI miss what I becameI miss feeling wantedI miss being part of your lifeI miss you being thereI miss you contacting meI miss not crying over youI miss what could've beenI miss hopingI miss being teased by youI miss looking out for youI miss you caring about meI miss loving you.
BANGBANG. The shot echoed throughout the hall. The first thing I noticed was him. Sprawled on the floor, bleeding. I didnt dare look up at our tormentor. He had dark hair; Id seen it when he came in, before I knew who he was and what he was going to do. We were 16 years old.Someone in the hall stepped towards the body. Another body hit the ground as another shot sounded throughout the room. My first thought was run, but was soon replaced by the memory of the last person whod run. My eyes drifted towards my own sister, my own flesh and blood, lying on the floor in a pool of blood. There were tears streaming down my cheeks and I tried to make sense of something, anything. But all I could think of was my sister, my beautiful big sister, lying there, dying.He fired another round and eleven more lives shattered in front of our eyes. Then, I had a brain wave. I waited until he fired his next round, and as easy as anything I fell to the ground and tried to stop breathing. I he
FreeYou're losing your gripI'm taking controlIt's over nowAnd I feel like I'm flyingI'm finally freeYou've let go of meThere's nothing leftI can stop cryingI'm stronger nowThough I don't know howNot running awayI'm staying here, tryingI've actually goneAnd nothing's gone wrongMy heart is still beatingNo longer feels like I'm dyingI'm free
PressureYou're searching for someoneAnd although I know it will never happenAnd even if it did it wouldn't workI feel like screaming find meJust so that you get the pictureI feel so useless sometimesWhen I don't know what to sayWhen you ask me what to doI feel like shouting I don't have all the answersBut I wouldn't, because it's not my placeI just wish for freedomAnd the only time I'm freeIs sat making my own sort of musicI feel like I'm writing beautiful thingsEven though I know it isn't that good at allIt's just pressure.