Paramore inspired.

pictures and memories
They all fly
Can't see the difference
From the truth and lies
Dreams become reality
Reality becomes a dreams
Just fall asleep now darling
You won't feel a thing.

Time goes bye
The depression will rise
We're all alone
In a room with padded walls
No one to talk to
No one to see
Just ourselves
So we pretend
That we aren't alone
And with the medication setting in
It ain't so bad....
It ain't so...

Can't seem to see the gray
Only in black and white
And as the leaves fall further
The ground swallows them whole
And so I try
To not sink in
But they catch me, kill me
I can't seem to do this anymore...

And Time goes bye
The depression will rise
We're all alone
In a room with padded walls
No one to talk to
No one to see
Just ourselves
So we pretend
That we aren't alone
And with the medication setting in
It ain't so bad....
It ain't so...

panic...

The air burns in my chest
Can't escape this pain in my breast
The tears roll down my face
My mind can't keep pace
Oh god I miss you so
Don't want to ever let you go
So why can't I keep back these tears?
And reign in these endless fears?
My mind paralizes my body
Keeps me taught and my breath fiery
And as I shake and cry out
In the end all I do is pout
For without a intention
I have hurt you by my mention

Metro.

Subways, metros, T's and tubes
Rattle, clatter, roar
Not planes or bikes, but subway cars
My mode of transporation of choice.
The stale air it blows
As the train goes
To the next, for better or worse
Inside the vendors hollar
As the starving cry
And the musicians play
But the travelers walk on by
Enclosed, captivated, alone
So close we are
In that subway car
But so alone, in a world enclosed.

Bubbles in Plaza Mayor

Swirling to and frow
Dancing in the wind
Little spheres of rainbows
The children laugh and grin
Long ago, did the architects know?
Their grand houses
Would be a tourist trap
But in the center
The children laugh and giggle
As the magician waves
HIs magic wand
And out the bubbles pour.

freedom

Freedom? What is freedom?
I am chained to this rock
I cannot break free
Why would I want to?
What is freedom?
If it is not tangible,
Why would I endur for it?
Let the waves errode me away.
Chained to this rock
I will be
Content in my misery

insecurity

Insecurity consumes me
My soul burns away
Perishing in the flame
All I have left is skin and bone
Fat and muscle and blood
My soul ran away
From my mind's shrill cries
Lost, forgotten, my body weeps
A girl without a hope
For anything but pain.

Montreal, 1 week in.

Streetlights consume my mind
Trains move like bullets through my soul
The language seeps into my mind
The brick buildings
The incessant erotica
The magnificent cathedrals
The bitter wind,the cold snow
Have I travelled only six hours north?
No! That cannot possibly be true!
I have stepped into a whole new world.
And to say it was love at first sight
Would be the truth at hand
J'adore Montreal!
J'adore le culture Quebecois!