"The only person I'm trying to
impress is myself"
- Johnny Rotten
Email: EmilyWeeda@gmail.com
A mention of disaster shakes her spine a chorus of joy shakes her dry she’s been through it all with a grin but she’s sick of this fake living she’s in. Everyone tells her to smile, to ignore the pain. Its hard to ignore your life with all the shame. You can’t forget something you daily learn no matter if you try to ignore it. Its constantly pressed to your mind and makes an imprint on your life.
But she lives with it, that’s all she can really do.
So I wrote this song with my best friend and she’s probably going to kill me for posting the audio but I just found it and it brings back good memories.
Lyrics:
Emily
Four walls surround me
The silence is loud and it tortures me
Makes me want to scream out
makes me want to sing out loud
Some shock someone somewhere
feel the rhythm through your veins and grasp this beat
Takes me to a new place
where these walls can’t find me
Break through feed your hunger
Your body’s shaking it’s no wonder
Slow down take in deap breaths
Slow down and breathe in me
held tight to every moment
Its not considered stealing if you own them
one chance to spread my wings
one shot to taste freedom
transcend eat your heart out
trust that I believe in you
maybe one day you could believe in me too
Four walls surround me
the silence is loud and it tortures me
makes me want to scream out
makes me want to scream out loud
What makes a man? Is it a look or something someone owns? Can it be bought or can you have surgery to look like said ‘man’? Why is everyone hung up on other peoples ideas of what man should be. Is intelligence or appearance really anything that defines us? Shouldn’t the more important thing here be that were fucking breathing and we have a heart that’s pounding? Why should we be critisized and called ‘different’ just because we don’t fit your fucking standards of what man is. Are we not the same as you and everyone else when were both cut open.
I am alone in a full city
I’m no where near perfect and everyone knows it
but all I want is for people to except me for what I am not what I pretend to be
I’m nice to everyone but there not the same back
they go on pretending to be what they really aren’t
everything I say is what I truly am
and for them to lie about there life
It’s a shame im the same race as them and i cant change that
they say I’m a broken record
but in truth there the ones with the scratches and skids
and can’t even play one song
but I am one of the few who CAN play a beautiful song
cause I’m alone in a full city and no one is who they truly are
So I wrote this a very long time ago and it may contradict itself once or twice but I just found this saved on my computer so I thought I’d post it
The Girl Her shouts sound like whispers and and when she cries there are no tears she doesn’t disturb or bother anyone in fear that no one will hear see she has this magic beauty that no one seems to see and her voice is of the angels yet no one cares to hear she needs a friend just one to bring her out to show the world what she’s all about
Don’t look at me I’m a monster. I never wanted to be seen for this And you took it upon yourself and saw within I told you to look away that it was a tragedy for anyone as beautiful as you to ever lay eyes on me But you never listened no matter how much I begged. You told me I was captivating It peeved me that you could always see what I couldn’t It warped my brain as I searched for what she was seeing It festered inside me until I became the creature I felt I was. - Emily Weeda
Cut me open and rip out my organs,
I myself will have a smile on my face as you do it.
The pain is the same as the pains I enjoy
I’d rather have nothing than something that leaves
not once or twice but multiple times.
Because in my bed I lie
curled up and ready to cry
I know that I want to show strength but it’s hard to do.
because it was someone like you.
You made my life bearable before you it wasn’t
but then you can crush me and thats the worst part.
Who cares for you
sees in you what no one else can see
who believes in you
who can be serious but mostly can just make you laugh
who you can smile just thinking about
who you can just be yourself around
who you can talk to for hours
who will cuddle with you when your sick
who will share things with you he wouldn’t normally share with anyone else
who makes a lot of ridiculous promises and plans on keeping them.
who can change your mood with just a smile.
who you never want to let go…
