Dead Inside

Where'd you go,
your missing part of your soul,
your not the same as you used to be,
I can't even look in the mirror and call you me,
what have you done to your family,
you can argue with them so easily,
you are such a state,
you've turned in to someone I hate,
you can't do this anymore,
either stop - or walk out the door,
how are you ever gonna be happy,
if your mouth is so fucking snappy,
your doing it to everyone,
you make up the excuse your young,
no-one I know is as bad as you,
and your bringing them down to your level too,
I have to get away from it all,
before I make everyone fall,
I'm sorry I didn't mean to do this,
I've destroyed all my relationships.

Bugging Out

This is something I wrote because one of my mates was taking drugs at a few parties I went too and after all this happened he started buying quite a lot of weed, one year down the line and he has been shoting cannabis for 3 months and he is addicted to heroine.

My life was so good,
back when no-one was hooked,
now they are all on drugs,
walking round like fucking thugs,
they say they can see the light,
and that their giving up the fight,
the next night they'll do it again,
they will never learn,
not until one of them is in an urn,
sometimes even then it's too hard,
living life without that presence,
surely it can't be too umpleasant,
you used to do it a little bit,
but now you can't control it.

Depressive Relations

I have been doused in depression,
most of it gets turned to aggresion,
the moment we met,
has turned into a day I dread,
and yeah, we were great,
but it's getting far too late,
what can we do,
all I can say is : it's up to you,
they say it's fate,
they say you'll find your soulmate,
but what if it happens too late,
it turns out she's eloped,
to another fucking dope,
do you still hope?
You should truly feel gutted,
just carry on calling her 'butters',
we all know your lying,
and deep down inside your crying.

Mis-Understanding

This was the outcome of the first argument I had with my ex, it is not very long but it does still have a lot of meaning.

It could have been great,
it could have been fine,
I thought it was fate,
you just didn't understand at the time,
but now it's different,
I'm ok,
I'm ready to get back out into the day,
starting the search for the one,
the one I know is going to come.

Doubtful Realness

There was a poetry competition for oxfordshire county and the 1st place prize was £3000, I didn't unter my poem but I did write it, the title for the poetry competition was doubt....

The obstruction to the minds passages,
the way you are the same to no-one,
who is the person that knows it all?
Is it true he created this monstrous ball?
Did God create, exploit, then destroy?

Uncertainty is a nessecity; it makes the ball spin,
all you have to do is look at Christianity,
just another religion made to bring us together,
it's not a lie, God could be out there,
but the lies in his story are hardly fair.

Faith is a big one; some stories are fun,
other peoples takes - contain complete destruction,
wouldn't you like to meet those who wrote it down,
see through their eyes, know what is happening,
you could look back at their work with a frown.

Some of the history what wasn't written about,
that's the information I'd love to know,
the lies told about those who's histories glow,
nobody is perfect; everyone has a few flaws,
perfect is a word for those idealistic bores.

The question to think about is will it last?
Or will we carry on repeating the past,
is the earth on the brink of death,
if we carry on the same; but friends,
the world could start a-new all over again.

Stopping Trends and Making a Mend

I was looking through the internet trying to see how you could be a well known lyricist but I really have no idea what to do, there was a song writer sight and it listed all the people who it had helped and so I thought I would write a song about it all...

All I want to do is leave,
the idea of the unknown appeals to me,
it's my mind - the thing I want to retrieve,
the old me will come back, the one I want to be.

50 Cent, 98 Degrees, Out of Eden?
Bin all of them,
mate now I'm here,
and I'm not doing it while sipping on a beer.

I don't need to lie,
they got "guns and drugs"
I don't need all that to get by,
all they are, are little bugs,
in my way, I have to crush,
just so I have a chance to brush,
the paths of those who I need to be seen,
it's then up to them, they may be keen,
if not I guess I should start it all again,
go all the way back to what I stopped doing at 10.

Feelgood Field

Yeah.. I was sitting in a field right after talking to the deputy head and I thought to myself I could write a song.. It was pretty chilled.. It was warm and I was just lying out on the grass with a football game happening like 60 odd metres away from me, I don't really know why I wrote that, but oh well...

I wasn't suspended - that's a good thing,
but they did give me a formal warning,
now my parents are calling... REJECT CALL,
I can't stand seeing them at all anymore,
so now I'm on my own in a field,
no guns or knives; a pencil is what I wield,
I wonder what everyone thinks,
all of my closest link,
there all watching me go downhill,
a slippery slope all the way down to a minefield,
I'm pretty sure some people want me there,
they want me out just so I'm out of their hair.
He says he's fought for me to stay,
but he can't anymore because I never obey,
I don't try to be bad it just comes to me,
I feel like it's all in my destiny.