ChildhoodThose memories of childhood,That lay behind the veil,They leave us with desires to be that way again,Then we feel empty,Memories leave holes.I miss the ignorance I had as a kid,It's escaped me somehow,I got stuck with knowledge instead.What an unfair trade,To know what things are really like,Or how they really are,Instead of seeing everything how I want to,I miss that kind of carefree I had only as a child.Those times when I could spend hours,In another place,But never leave this house,When wanting to be a fairy or an astronaut seemed a fine career choice,We were so far from growing up.It was so easy to bel
First page and a half of a story I've been writingIt happened three days ago, the one thing that changed my life.I suppose you're wondering what it is that happened to the 15 year old Hatchet Smith, on the day of June 4th. Although what happened didn't take place until 3am on the 5th, I strongly believe that it is not daytime until sunrise, therefore I shall tell you that all of this happened on the one day. This day was the 4th of June.It all started when I got up. I believe no day truly starts until one is up, ready, and out the door of whichever parent has you in their care for the week, weekend or holiday. This is simply because I don't believe you should be wasting your time around
Lyrics: Just pretendKeep pretending/ it's all okay/ I know it hurts now/ that you're so alone/ I know you feel like/ you want to let go/ but forget about yesterday/ look to tomorrow/ things won't be fixed/ but you might have come down/ from how this all feels/ how bad it feels/ all the pain/ you're hiding from/ but keep pretending/ it's all okay/ It will be okay/ChorusIt needs to get/ just a little better/ so that maybe things/ will be alright/ stop thinking about this/ and close your tired eyes/ I urge you please/ Escape with me/ as this music plays/ Make it loud/ it won't hurt you/ we're somewhere else/ this is another place/ It's okay/ things are alright/
Worse when it comes to people with real problems unfortunately.
Together alone.
-Clyde
That's true.
-Clyde
I personally hate the feeling.
It completely alienates the idea of living.
-Clyde