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Just A Little Quote I Came Up With...We only shoot for the stars because the moon's too easy a target...
21st Century EntertainmentCan I get something but a love songThat tells of how you did wrong?I've never been in love, ya see,So why do these songs always taunt me?Can I get a movie with a sad ending?I've had enough with this happy pretendings.Some people don't have happiness, only woe.Not everything turns out okay, you should know.Can I get a TV show friendship that ends in tears?Not all friends have no fight, disappointments, of fears.Sometimes friendship doesn't last,And their laughter is left only in the past.Only supermodels allowed in 21st century entertainment.Everyone looks perfect and radiant.Real people have mistakes and flaws.Fame is becoming just a lost cause.This 21st century entertainmentIs just a fake arrangement.No more autotuned singer with their screaming fans.I'll be singing myself behind the stands.I'm not good, but I'm true to myslef.I'll be known for more than sitting on a shelf.I'm more that lipgloss and fake eyelashes.I'll follow my heart, not where the cash is.I',
Letters From SpeechDear Abby, you have not used me much lately, which is unusual for you.Is there something wrong? What did I do?If that is not the case, can you tell me what's true?I just can't stand to see you feel blue.-<3Speech-Dear Speech, I'm sorry for ignoring you like dust on a shelf.I am just having trouble being myself.I'm afraid to talk in front of everyone else.I try to explain, but my words aren't ringing any bells.-Abby-Dear Abby, I didn't know you felt that way.I do know they don't always understand what you say.Though I don't know what that's like living with day by day,I want you to know I mae no mistake.-<3Speech-Dear Speech, What do you mean I am not flawed?!To say that makes you a liar and a fraud!Because of this, every day I've wante to break down and bawl!You don't know what it's like to feel stupid and odd!-Abby-Dear Abby,
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,Who's the biggest fool of all?Is it the girl who couldn't stand tall?Or is it the girl too afraid to fall?Could it be the girl who dares to be different?The one who shows unusual interests?The one who is exceptionally literate?Or the one who is completely ignorant?Is it the girl who chases her dreams?The girl who lets the world hear her screams?Or the one who lets her tears stream?Could it be she who has no self-esteem?What about the girl who stands in the rain?The one who laughs at the face of pain?The one who helps, looking for nothing to gain?The one who has confidence running through her veins?Mirror, mirror, on the wall,I'm the biggest fool of all.I must admit, I don't stand, I crawl.I am weak. If you have a problem, deal with it and watch me bawl.
REQ:SeedsA seed finds its way into the ground,Its first home to be found.It grows and blossoms with the sun and rain.It feels only joy, no sadness or pain.But what is that seed never finds a home?Will it be left to rot, or will it live alone?Will it wander the earth searching for its place?Will it give up on the dreams it wanted to chase?Will it be helped by the power of the wind?Will it find its way to the garden of the sinned?Will it be rescued by some kind soul?Will it be planted in a deep, dark hole?And, if so, will the planting be too late,for there is no way to change a tragic fate.Will it ever die before time bends?Or will it wander forever until time ends?What is time to a seed with no home or joy?What is joy to a child who has never held a toy?What is a toyless child doing today?Does is find itself still calling out names,Of its used-to-beloved ones who have long ago deceased,Until the child feels so small its like a homeless seed?
The Definition of YouThe definition of you is slightly long,Some of it's good, some of it's wrong.You seem to be split in two,One part old, one part new.There's the old you I know and love.She was there for me when push came to shove.We laughed at the same things and hugged when we cried,But it seems like those moments have passed us by.You don't listen when I confess my deepest fears.You laugh when I cry, so I try to hide my tears.I've been keeping this inside like a message never sent.My time with you was not well spent.Apologies are useless if nothing changes.I can't take this for years, centuries, ages.I'll go insane soon enough.All I ask is some comfort when times are tough.And to not be ignored like dust on a shelf.To not be silenced when I'm being myself.I'm sorry you had to find out this way,But it's been running through my mind day after day.The definition of you, I used to recite by memory.You used to be my favorite word, but I'm telling you honestly,The definition of you ha