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.
See herYou're so blindWhen she looks at youHer face lights upHer eyes sparkleHer cheeks flushIt's almost like watching her come to lifeWhen you look at herYou always seem to be thinking of something elseYou're oblivious to her feelingsShe loves youWake up and see herYou look at herBut you don't notice herYou don't log every second of every conversationYou don't take in every facial expressionYou don't listen to every word she saysYou blank most of it outAnd as soon as it's overYou forgetBut thats not the way she sees itShe wants you to love herBut you don'tNext time you look at herSee her
FreedomThis feelingIt's a scared, worried sort of freedomA wonderful, terrifying journeyThat's only just begunAnd it's gonna be hardBut it's finally starting to get startedAnd I don't want it to end