How could she know?And how could she know,that day would be the last?The last day she'd ever seethe smile on her best friend's lips.The last day she'd ever jokesharing the hilarity completely.The last day she'd feel comfortablewith the friend that never judged.The last day she'd feel safeand invincible, as all teenagers should.The last day she'd hear someone say"It'll be okay" and believe it.The last day she'd have hopethat maybe things would get better.How could she know,as her friend went to take a shower,that she wouldn't come out awakeor consciousor die later that night?
Let's get the blood flowingSo let's get the blood flowingCuz I'm sick of this unknowingWhen the pain is going to stop And when my heart is going to dropAlready broken, and unable to focus The cloud in my brain matchingThe clouds overhead snatchingMy hope away.That little thing we call love Is what keeps us above When we feel like we're going to drownOn the tears flowing from our ownTwo bloodshot eyes. And ripped from our livesWe struggle to survive.And to drain the blood throughMy veins until my lips go blueAnd everyone at school thinks I've got the fluUntil that announcement is made"A tragedy - another teenager takes his life"An
Empty and ContentSome people are like wallsThey only give you so muchKeeping so much insideAnd good to provideA temporary stable point.And some people are like booksOpen wide and flipping fastMore like movies actuallyAnd you can't get a graspOn their entirety.And I.I don't know what I am.I feel like the wind, blown throughoutAnd going withoutReal direction or choice.And I feel like a shell:Empty.So is it sad then to want to go insaneHave friends like Bob and JaneKeep them all inside my headAnd I'd never have to leave my bedBecause everyone I needed to trustAnd know knows what I want them to knowWould stay with me
Jet skis are dolphinsJet skis are dolphins:Man-made animals, hopping,playing together.