• Listening to: Funky Crime by Red Hot Chili Peppers Something to know before you read: I like the old Chili songs better even though I'm only 13, so if anything, i should be obsessing over the Zephyr Song. haha. Hey all. So guess what happened. I made this big long entry about all different kinds of stuff and the after-life and whatnot. Something I wanted to share. Anyways, that got erased when I hit "Submit" and, whaddayaknow, "THIS PAGE CANNOT BE DISPLAYED. ERROR # bla bla bla" and everything was gone forever. So I was just thinking about how much of a terrible lyricist I am. Well, atleast I don't think other people will think so. I guess I only like it cause I understand it and feel it and live it. Besides, I can never get it on paper. There are so many great lines and poetry that I make up in my head when I'm in the car or out somewhere. But when I'm sitting there, pen in hand, paper staring me in the face, it just doesn't come. At any other time, the words will come out like freakin FLYING MONKEYS!, but they dont come when I need to write them down. My poetic creativity is just like Sasquatch. So I will name her that. The stars in the sky Nothing to lose Gimic to buy They come in twos Phases to pass Older than you I know its wrong to worship to you And thats why I don't But they have no clue. You're out of stock, they're buying you up Once you change the lock They're out of luck You wash their minds You got them good All of the time i knew you would. Completely terrible. It makes me sick. I can surely play a song on my guitar but I can't make the words. I am afraid someone will listen to them. I wrote a song once when I was 9. I guess it was pretty good. It was about my dad, how I was sick of him and didnt really like him. Well, I hid it in my draw and it stayed there for a month or so. Until one day my mom saw it when she was cleaning out the summer clothes and putting in the winter ones. I came into my room to see her sitting on my bed, reading this confidential poem that was meant purely to let out my thoughts and feelings. How embarrassing! I was furious. Anyways, it turned out that I lied right to her face, telling her it was just a something I heard in a song and I wrote it down because I liked it and I wanted to memorize it. Lamest lie ever, but being the great mom she is, she totally bought it and brushed it off like nothing. I ripped it up and threw it out. But that wasnt the end of it. I wrote an anti-war song when I was 10, and that's when I stopped writing for the next 3 years. I have to admit, the poem was pretty dark, considering it mentioned the whole war and death and that sort of thing. Next family event, I see that a white piece of paper has been passed around for a while. I couldn't believe it. My mother told me she found it and showed it to everyone. I wanted to cry right there. Sorry I only remember a few lines, the rest I burned. Well you're starting wars I'm thinking hard. I'm hiding far. I want to want to heal scars. You want to start wars. So I stopped writing till I was 13, and now I'm writing crap (as you saw before). It has always been that I am less shy around strangers than I am around my family. It creeps my out that they all know me so well, me not even knowing myself. So if I ever release songs, I would not want them to hear it. I don't want them to hear the things that I feel and want. I don't want them to know me any better than they already do. I love all of you. Please don't go and show this to everyone. I have had enough of that shizzit. Oh and don't laugh at how bad it is. I dont need that.

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