Of all the days I could have died,

Today was my day to go.

Today was my way to show.

 

Of all the sun I could have seen,

Stuck was the view of dark soaked hay.

The dark clouds grey.

 

And of all the people I could have been,

I was me.

Sixteen. Blonde. Dead.

I have started writing songs. My first was written a month a go, about a personal situation, and something my friend said to me. Many have commented, and I have to agree. The song has a very Gaga feel to it, although the lyrics aren't the best. I was up late at night listening to Living on the Radio, and i used some of the chords for the chorus. Because Gaga is only one of my influences, I have decided to write a song based upon Florence's unique style. Better said than done, up until yesterday I had nothing. It kind of came to me, and this one is really silly. It's about not wanting to walk away, and the tingly feeling I get when I rub my arm... I think its really funny, and I hope one day you guys will get to listen in, because I' am dying to share with someone. :) One day...