Blondie Bear?

WHAT THE BLEEDING HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU BLOODY WOMEN?!

i wish i was braver,
to pick up the phone,
to ask you the question
that has been bugging me
for the last half a year.

what's should i do now?

The 4-Core Scoobies.

Not the bang. Not the word. The true beginning. The next few months are going to be quite a ride, and I think we're all going to learn something about ourselves in the process. You'll learn you're a pathetic schmuck, if it hasn't sunk in already. Look at you, trying to do what's right. Just like her. You still don't get it. It's not about right. Not about wrong.

so tons of them,
in front of me,
singing.

yet none wants to step up,
and talk to me.

for they are afraid,
as long as i know something about them,

as long as i listen,

they will need something from me,

because she's right.
there's no doubt about that.





It's about power.

Him

I'd kill for him!!
[scoffs] You'd kill for a chocolate bar.

it's good that i'm happy.
now that i don't have anything else to say,

i guess it's easier to say what i feel
when i feel sad,
rather than happy.

I Got My 200 When I Went Past Go.

The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but its so true
I know its not right, but it seems unfair
That the things are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if for only one weekend

The first time that you introduced me to your friends,
and you could tell that i was nervous,
so you held my hand.

so i lost the song in my heart,
and the colour in my soul,

but i'm happy,
isn't that what matters?

You, Me, and Him.

yes, you see, when you love someone, that's when it hurts the most.

i'm tired.
and sleepy.
i should probably go to sleep.

i really want to prove to
everyone that i can do it,
i'll do better than everyone else.

she said that i have the potential.

i may not be sure of that,
but i know that i can achieve so much more,
but i just need to work hard.

just a little motivation will do.

now let's see,
why does everyone think so little of me?
is it because i am so goofy all the time?

maybe they don't see the potential that i have.

i need to see it for myself first,
don't you see.

and i'm tired,
so can't you spell it out for me?
show me a little glimpse of the power i have,
that they don't?

if i could score higher,
why can't i do better?

time to work hard,
dear.
but first, sweet dreams.

OXYEAR

i can't take it any longer
i thought that we were stronger,
all we do is linger,
slipping through my fingers,

so a festive mood,
is it all it takes,
friends,
and family,

but don't you realise,
why we're so dissapointed when the next day,
we have to go back to our schools and works,
and see,

this is just an escape,
for one or 2 days,
and then we get back to our hell we call education.

Choco Baby

Dreams,
dreams,
when we had just started things.

it was my only outlet.

so when you weren't around,
i had something to do.

and then it became an obsession.

so the tears flow,
so the wind blows.

so the time goes by,
and so the lady with the pink parasol
walks away,
with the grace and poise of a beautiful ballerina,

and the gentleman hums,
the lovely song of which
they had grown to love,
and said goodbye.

the child sings
for all to hear:

for now,
for now,
i can't seem to talk,

i had locked myself in.
unable to breathe,

can't even shout,
can't even cry,

the hurt that they did,
no one knows,

the things they say,
the words they use,

have made me so confused,
i try to cry,
i try to plead,

they don't see anyone else,
only themsleves.

so sorry for them,

so sorry,
yet everyone else smiles.

mayeb they're the ones crying inside,
the ones that won't be noticed.
the ones that are gonna die screaming,
but won't be heard.

Empty

abandoned.
bare.
barren.
blank.
clear.
dead.

all the things that go on in my head.

acrimony
animosity.
fury.
indignation.
peevishness.
choler.
wingding.

all the things that will go up in flames.

bliss.
cheer.
geniality.
jubilation.
vivacity.
merriment.

all the things no one can really hold in their hands.

SHUT YOUR MOUTH

do i feel mean?
do i think i'm very mean?
yes.
of course.

she didn't do anything to me,
yet she hurt me.
just by being herself,
you know she changed.
but i don't.
i don't see why you hated her in the past,
but find her nice now.
and i can't stand it that i hate her.

this stupid thing
where the on/off switch has a mind of it's own.
yes.
i know it's stupid.

yes.
i know she's my friend,
so?
does she ever think that it may be her fault?
just admit that somehow,
no one is perfect?

and does she know how hard she is making my life?
just because she doesn't want to have one,
doesn't mean i can't.

i have MY own friends,
MY own life,
and i don't want her touching everything i'm doing.

i need something,
that is my own.
something to call my own?
without her giving her stupid comments.

is that so much to ask?

have you seen the way she treats me?

i don't like it when she has such control over me.

and i hate it that i'm the "bad guy" here
cause she "changed".

and in my dream i slapped that little girl so hard she fell to the floor, and i slapped her again, and again and again and again and told her that she just be a mute, it would be better for everyone on earth, and then the people around looked at me like i was a lunatic, because all she did was laugh, irritatingly, and noisily, and then the girl cried, and there she is, the center of attention.

Dead And Death

you're so sad maybe you should buy a happy meal,
you're so skinny you should really supersize the deal.

it's not really over is it?
when you die.
do we really become spirits,
or do we reincarnate?
do we get to choose what we will become?
or go straight to heaven?
or hell?

and what will it feel like,
to get cremated and stuff.

what will our last thoughts be?
what will your last words be?
who will you say "i love you" last to?

what's going to happen to them?
will we be able to watch?

Apology

it's easier to breathe,
when you're happy.

i'm a load of crap.

and i will finally stop blaming
my period
and everyone else
for my unhappiness.

and if i have upset
or insulted you in any way,
i'm am truly sorry.

PMS

i hate it when
mrs. period visits.
we get all emotional,
and no one seems to understand.

Got Any Weed?

now,
everyone knows what it's like
to be left out in the cold,
to have no friends,
you can count on,
or no friends,
who will talk to you.

they sink into a state,
of depression,
and then,
they get their friends back,

be mean to them,
ad the process starts over.


and no one realises
realises that they should stop being mean.

and no one realises that i'm trying.
oh god.

and now everytime i talk to you,
i feel as if,
everyone is judging me,
cause you are my friend,
and i hoping
praying so badly,
that you won't influence me,

No Space For Lyrics

and i finally realised,
i want to have fun,
and have a life,
you don't think i want to sing because it's stupid?
i don't sing,
because i can't,
i can't play a tune in my heart,
and sing to it,
don't you think i would like to be you guys,
for about even a minute,
to not care about what others might think,
every single second of your life?
and i have to be the responsible one,
the one who doesn't dare to do anything,
the one who is the boundary,
the one that doesn't have fun,
i'm the boundary
because
I HAVE TO BE THE BOUNDARY,
the limit.

and now i'm crying cause i want to be happy.
that's all i want.

and i can't cry
cause it's wetting the pore strip.

and i thought that i was crying,
but i didn't feel the tears,
until i opened my eyes.

and i have to cry into the towel for fear of my grandma hearing.

i want to relax,
i want to have fun,
i want to be happy,
i want to grow up and see what you guys will turn like,
and hope i do better cause
i don't want to regret being responsible.

i know that's mean, but

you say i'm always emo,
depressed,
extra,
cut off.

but in the end,
i'm always cut off,
at the end,
somebody has to draw the line,
and that person always has to be me,
because who else will?

you'll probably say,
just forget everything,
i have a right to be happy,
do i?

at this point
i have no idea where my place is on earth,

god,
don't you think want to be on the phone,
with my friends,
just talking about boys,
that i don't want to fall in love,
but i do,

but if i start,
i don't want to be the monster i was,
and i don't want to do anything,
that could possibly link me to that,

and i'm sorry,
i just don't know
what my next step is.

Yael Naim

I'm a new soul,
in this very strange world,
Hoping I could learn a bit
'bout how to give and take

blah.

i don't know what to do.

and i understand
what it means,
to just want to cry,
just to let everything out.

because i feel exactly the same way.

Resolution

They're Transvestites!!!
AHH! AHH!

so i'm your little dog,
that follows you around?

i don't get why
i keep stirring this up,

i should have
the decency to just let myself relax,

but no,
you had keep telling me.

Joss

This isn't some fairy tale, when i kiss you, you don't wake up from some deep sleep and live happily ever after.
No. When you kiss me, i want to die.

and so now i wonder,
what am i going to do?

i thought i settled it,
but now,
am i really
going to sit around
and wait
for some opportunity,

or am i going to find it?

All The Kisses In The World

I think sometimes that all my hair will fall out and I'll be bald.

now,
tell me,
what is it
you expect from me.
what is it
that you want.
who,
or what
am i?


now i wonder,
if each "i'm sorry"
is a bunch of lies,
and each "accident"
is a motive.

tell me,
right now.
because i need
to leave,
for my freedom,
for my friends.

so you got your turn,
when is it going to be mine?

Epiphany

And one by one the years of our lives
Stumble as the moments pass
So please hold on,
so please hold on

and now,
i feel better,

but i wonder,
what am i now?
i used to be the one talking,
no, i used to be the one listening,
the one who always had something good to say.

quoted that you'll talk,
but now,
i may look ok,
i might even feel ok,
but i just really need you
to be there for me
like i was for you.

Pointed At Nine

car crash in slow motion

we talk,
and breathe,
we are the same,
really.

but here's a question,
why do people hate it
when others do the things they do?

Popularity

to be surrounded by people and yet be completely alone

take a good look in the mirror,
and ask yourself,
are you happy?

Well, I Guess Forever Just Got A Hell of a Lot Shorter.

you had one thing to live for, finally, and you gave it back?

because of the fine line
between right and wrong,
love and hate,
and
life and death.

but you don't understand,
don't you realise you hate everyone,
who cares about the things,
you don't really think about?

because
the people who don't care
will never understand
the people who do.

Leeches

Everything in my head is singing.


poisoned was the wine she drank,
laced with the most lethal drugs in the world,

poisoned was the wine she drank,
and so her stomach churned,

poisoned was the wine she drank,
as she fell to the floor,

now tell me,
one last time,
do you believe in miracles?

My God, You Know How Much I Needed This.

god, so i've been telling myself i have to change,
i can't let these people walk over me,
cause they think they are so magnificently awesome.
no.
they are not awesome,
they have bad fashion choices,
they have weird faces.
they think everyone is lame
and retarded,
unless they are boys.
and they think everyone is fat.
and they think whatever they say is a fact,
and i'm really sorry for those people,
cause they bring shame to the word "awesome"

they hate the ugly,
they make fun of the fat,
they suck-up to the pretty,

and guess what,
it's my mind,
my opinion.
thinking you are so cool just because you are famous,
well,
doesn't mean your well-liked.

and i regret that the same people put me in my place,
they changed me,
i stopped talking,
and i hated myself.
i felt sorry for myself.
they talked to me in ways,
that made me think why was i alive.

and why can't you people be normal?
why can't you guys tell when others need you?
why can't you spare a thought for others?
can;t you just stop putting people down?
why is it that you only get satisfactory
by laughing at other people shortcomings?
and at their mistakes?
is there anything that is more important
than you in your lowly self-centered world?

I'm Not There Anymore

And we'll be beaten down without mercy or meaning
I turn my face to a careless skyline
I'm searching hard for a sign from heaven
But they've forgotten me here


and i was totally quiet.

AND i was totally quiet.

and I was totally quiet.

and now i wonder,
if i make noise,
will they even notice?

you can say things,
you can just think it,
but i've said before,
i know what you think,
what you mean,

and it's not nice,

and i don't want to be there 20 years in the future,
regretting my choices.

but i know,
i still say hurtful things,

but please tell me,
if i don't,
there will still be something left of me.
cause i forgotten.

Meth

We're all looking for something
To take away the pain

i am trying to save a broken friendship,
for i made a mistake that shattered it all.

i am trying to shed my colours,
for i i've disgusted many with what i painted.

i have shed them all,
for i am going to create a new me,
who is happy,
who people like,
who is not easily irritated,
who is the old me,
before i changed.

i have succeeded ,
for i have forgotten what i was,
and only remember what i should not have been.

for i have forgotten
what people befriended me for,

for i have forgotten
what i should have been like,

for i have forgotten
what made me,
me.

The Olive Theory

Aww, that's so sweet.
So you chickened out like a little bitch?

i'm sorry,
for making you feel insecure.
i guess,
right now,
i'm just trying to find out
who my true friends are,
and i believe i know who they are.

thanks for talking to me.

and for the same reasons,
that's why we're such great friends,
the sick twisted way of us being on opposite ends,
creates the balance
that not even the closes of lovers can have.

Googly Eyes

Jealousy,
turning saints into the sea,
swimming through sick lullabies,
choking on your alibis,
but it's just the price i pay,
destiny is calling me,
open up my eager eyes.

sew up your lips,
won't you?
sew up your lips,
keep them shut.

i'm trying very very hard to like you.
when did it become my turn with this non-neutral towards you person?
and since when did my nails become so dirty?

and i really want to talk to my friends.
but i can't.
i just don't feel like i have the privacy.

the little girl walked towards the crowd and screamed happily,
and i imagined that i went forward and gave her a slap.
i smiled a little.

Bugger This

Why is the path unclear,
When we know home is near.
Understand we'll go hand in hand,
But we'll walk alone in fear.
Tell me where do we go from here.
When does "the end" appear,
When do the trumpets cheer.
The curtain's close, on a kiss god knows,
We can tell the end is near...

so everytime this feels like it's going to end,
something else just happens.
not like in a movie
where the ending is so predictable.

so what are we waiting for?
a prince on a white horse?
a pair of glass slippers?
a kiss of true love?

nope,
what we want is much more simple,
and much harder to get.

one
good
day.

Turn Down The Lights

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when, you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?

maybe i made a mistake by walking away,
if i stayed,
who knows,
i may have had a better time.

that's the thing,
i do know,
i was hesitating,
so why didn't i say no?

i knew i shouldn't have followed,
i see your faces,
and i could tell you were happy.
that everyone was.
and i wasn't.

maybe i made a mistake,
maybe the mistake goes so far back,
to the past 2 years.
what good has this done for me,
actually,
tell me,
what good has this done for anyone?

Sweets Have No Meaning

I'm just a painter,
I do my crappy art,
but I see what's in your eyes,
and i know what's in your heart.

how do believe in something,
if you don't believe in yourself?

so throw your beach ball,
sing your favourite song,
eat your chicken wings,
walk on the sand,
play a fool,

and grow up.

dreams are meant to be fufilled,
if you don't believe in your dreams,
isn't that like,
playing with air?
a waste of energy?

i'm clever.
i have a normal body.
and this is what i'll do.
i'm going to study.
and the next time you hear of me,
you're not going to laugh at me,
you're not going to call me names,
you're going to say
"hey i should have been like her. now i'm a fatty with 10 kids."

Look At Me

i wish i could trust you
like how i did in the past.

do you even care,
or are you just
taking advantage
that someone will be there
to do things for you.
and that someone
is always me.

Stupid Questions.

we walk past each other,
but we don't acknowledge each other's
presence.
i waved,
only one waved back.
i find it kinda funny.
i apologised,
yet,
it's not really over,
is it?
will we be like this,
till the end of next year,
i screwed up,
i know that,
do you acknowledge the fact
that,
i'm sorry,

we walk past each other,
not willing to look into
the other party's eyes,
cause we do not know what to react.
i know you're looking,

so,
new year,
new beginnings,
does that mean,
you can't find something that's lost?

Sweet Chocolates On My Tab

it's not anyone's fault,
it's only a small matter.
why can't you just stop swearing,
and just let it go?

Where Do We Go From Here?

little white roses
in the garden sir,
little white roses
dancing in the wind.

so,
i wandered around,
no friends,
no goal,
just aimlessly wandering around.

do i regret?
yes.
am i happy now?
no.

how do you get through a time,
where you don't know what to do,
who to trust,
where to rest,
what to think?

is my life going to stay this way forever?
will i be the little girl that cries all the time?
will you be looking at this,
still asking who i'm referring to,
but not ask me if i'm alright?

will i be?

White Rose

they seem to want spikes.

and epiphany.
-a moment of revelation and insight.