Reality is much more complex than fairy tales

Our lives are much stranger than the books we read.
They are much more complex that fantasy.
In stories, the good guys always win, but thats not always the way it works.
And we want so much to write it all out, and detail it all down on paper
but sometimes there are no words that flow,
sometimes there are not enough descriptives in the world
and sometimes there are not enough songs, not enough melodies, not enough choruses, not enough verses
even when you have filled up an entire ocean of ink and scribed letters, there will always be more... so much more to tell

And So We Go... Again (Understatment)

Around and around again
the same old arguements
so sick of listening to them ramble

i hate it when they fight
its always about the stupidest things and I'm in the middle of the plight
caught in the cross fire of their gamble

They always say
they promised always
but sometimes i must wonder and how can they be sure they will last forever?

because the shouting grows ever louder
the accusing gets ever more prouder
does it cease? no never.

it's always too late at night
or too early in the morning for this insight
but i just lie my head back down on my bed and roll my eyes listening

rudimentary
like my brother and I elementary
my dear watson can't you see

i'm drowing
in my own screaming
crying with the music turned up so you can't hear me

I sit there and rebel
I act like I don't care but you can't tell
If I said that I hate that they can't agree
It would be
an understatement

In a Nut Shell... in the Words of the Nut Herself

Andie is: at Melissa's house bored and starving waiting for Daniel Coleman [Melissa's sister (Cassie)'s boyfriend if i recall correctly] to come and pick us ((meaning Melissa and I)) up to go to church which is at 10:30. It is currently 10:00am now and Melissa and I stayed up till around 1:30 am last night ((or this morning however you want to look at it)) talking to her [referring to Melissa] boyfriend (Brandon) and Brandon's friend Kacey. Plus we watched NATIONAL TREASURE 2 LAST NIGHT, which was wicked awesome by the way. not sure if it was as great as the first one but very cool. Ashley Cobb WAS supposed to be picking us up but she wouldn't answer her phone for the world and so now it is 10:05 and there is still NO DANIEL! Terri Graham (Melissa's Mom), Melissa's dad (of whom I greviously cannot remember the name for the life of me) and Cassie Graham (Melissa's sister as previously stated) have already gone to church in order to allow Melissa and I more time to get ready, when actually Melissa is sleeping and I am doing random stuff on the computer. Nothing illicit (by my parents' standards) I'll have you know, but I am aimlessly wandering the internet in search of entertainment until further notice. lol. xP

Oh and just to be sure, Melissa's dad's name is Tommy Graham and we were talking to Brandon and Kacey ON THE PHONE!!!!!!! (DUH!!! mom n dad -.-**)

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steal a melody from hollywood

get it stuck in your head and sing it till it drives you crazy when you can't even remember the lyrics you just sang

scream until the pitch and tone sounds like the howling wind

write a song and put it somewhere safe save it for a rainy day or an audience for which to play

write the lyrics on your hand and stick your hand in your pocket for safe keeping

to keep it safe from your parents seeing that you wrote on your hand again

sun burned so bad you're turning black as burnt toast

refugees of a nuclear explosions and meltdowns, the bombs are falling over head like rain

and their words like hailing bullets from the terrorist attacks

who can save you? who can save us now?

when beautiful disaster strikes

and it brings out the worst of the best and the best of the worst in people

and they only send the poor to fight our wars

promoted with the money taken from bankrupt tax payers

and parents of the delinquents who don't have enough money to get their kids out of jail

And we are so inept and sweetly naive

because everyone knows that ignorance is bliss

just like they all thought they Holocaust wasn't really real

a sadistic tyrant's perverted pleasure... fantasy

demonic fairytale...

do you not realize we have the power to dispell the enemy completely

if we would only come together and fight;

block the attack by standing back to back to back to back

unravelling scrolls and loose pages blow away in the breeze

a symbolistic scene of all the wasted time in the world

over flowing land fills of wasted time

just tune in to the spirit that's flowing through this place

its coursing through your veins now, filling you with strength and courage