Rock-a-bye baby

Rock-a-bye baby,
Lay in your bed.
Stare at the ceiling,
What had he said?

You're not worth it,
well neither is he.
so rock-a-bye baby,
fall fast asleep.

rock-a-bye baby,
fell to the floor.
mem'ries aren't fading,
he walked out the door.

rock-a-bye baby,
on the rooftop,
'bout to jump off
'cause the crying won't stop.

rock-a-bye baby,
fall to your death.
forget all the things
that he had once said.

She's Allergic

she loves it,
But she's allergic.
she has a lesson,
but she won't learn it.

The pain says stay away,
But she keeps coming back.
And from what happens everyday,
It's common sense that she lacks.

She's forbidden,
so she wants it more.
And the thing that keeps her living,
burns her to the core.

-insanity ::

Goodbye Old Year

There are just some things in life you can't take back. The memories you make, the chances you take, the people you meet but refuse because you know who you're going to lose. I would like to say that the year went by fast. But that would be a lie. this past 364 days have been a long, painful journey towards what we think would be a new start in our life. I would like to warn anyone starting high school that it will never be like that and if it ever was don't count on it every year. Sure...at the beginning of the year you meet new people, you start a new grade or you go to a new school/workplace but after the first few months it all goes back to your suckish life. People will bring up what you did in the year past and you will make the same stupid mistakes because, whether you like it or not, you're the same idiot you were the day before new years. So if i had to write a speech to 2015 here's how it would go...

dear 2015,
You've shattered me, pounded me brought onto my knees. I want to thank you for that. If things didn't go as it did i wouldn't be the person i am now. And even though it was a crappy year i believe the universe will make up for it next year. I know that i have complained about you a lot but the fact that i got up every morning for 364 days and counting is an accomplishment in itself. Sure i have my flaws and things will piss the hell out of me at points but i wouldn't want to be anyone else in the world when the clock strikes 12 on the 31 of December 2015. You have shown me strength when i really needed it and when i wanted to give up you encouraged me to carry on limping through the last few days of the year. So to 2015: we only say fuck you to the people(or in this case, the years) that we loved. 

in conclusion, fuck you 2015, I'm out.