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Neverland


(Just vocals)

I wanna fly to Neverland,
I wanna stop these tears,
I wanna fly to Neverland,
Ease all my worries and fears.

(Drums start)
(All other instruments join in)

But Neverland is just not real,
I’m stuck here and the clock keeps ticking,
I can’t stop it, and oh baby!
I’m still, still wishing.

Ne-e-verland, Ne-e-verland,
Won’t you show me the way,
Oh Peter Pan?!
Cause I’m terrified to stay…

Life keeps moving and things keep changing,
Why is nothing ever staying,
The saaaammmeeee?
Nobody understands why I’m praying…

Ne-e-verland, Ne-e-verland,
Won’t you show me the way,
Oh Peter Pan?!
Cause I’m terrified to stay…

Scared to ask the time,
Cowering from the clock,
Wincing at each calendar,
Oh, why won’t this stop?!

(Instruments stop for a second)

Neverland… Neverland… Ne-e-everlaaannndddd…



Needless

I’m fine on my own,
I don’t need you,
I am through,
I promise that this is true

You’re needless,
A little kiss won’t cure everything,
You’re expensive if anything,
I don’t need you to be able to si-I-ing.

I pity her with you,
She doesn’t understand,
She doesn’t need you holding her hand,
Sometimes it dri-ives me mad…

Because,
You’re needless,
A little kiss won’t cure everything,
You’re expensive if anything,
I don’t need you to be able to si-I-ing.

It’s a medical condition, you know,
Addicted is what I was,
I used to feel lost,
But now that’s in the past!

You see,
You’re needless,
A little kiss won’t cure everything,
You’re expensive if anything,
I don’t need you to be able to si-I-ing.

I’m independent now,
A house on my own is fine,
I don’t even need a drop of wine,
‘Cause you are needless. This. time.
(Boom.)



Little Black Dress

It was you and me,
That was how it was meant to be,
I couldn’t believe,
Maybe I was deceived,
I thought I meant something to you,
I thought that you would always be true…

But I saw you that night,
And guess what, you’re probably right,
It was a mistake,
But I’ll always feel hate,
Because. You. And. Her.
To-geth-er.

It was her little black dress
Or maybe her legs,
That made you kiss her,
It was that little black dress,
Showing too much flesh,
That made you hold her,
It was that little black dress,
Could she wear less?
That made you sleep. With. Her.
But you said forever! Oh, oh, oh, but you said forever!

Her curls covered her eyes,
But not quite your lies,
And I saw your face,
And not a trace,
Of guilt,
Hiding under the quilt…

And next to the bed,
Was that stupid dress,
But all I could think,
Was, “I need another drink”,
I needed to block things out,
My life was falling apart, without a doubt…

It was her little black dress
Or maybe her legs,
That made you kiss her,
It was that little black dress,
Showing too much flesh,
That made you hold her,
It was that little black dress,
Could she wear less?
That made you sleep. With. Her.
But you said forever! Oh, oh, oh, but you said forever!

But, you know, you can have that girl,
With her dress and her curls,
‘Cause I deserve better than you,
I think I need to start a new,
Think “Fresh”,
(pause)
Or buy a little black dress…

Oh, oh, forever…



Chav-land


(talking) So let’s get this straight.

(instruments start up)
I don’t wear tracksuits outside of gym,
I don’t wear chains and I’m actually slim,
I don’t have a foundation mask,
I don’t chew gum or skip class,

I don’t smoke 20-a-day,
I don’t call every idiot “gay”,
I don’t wear ponytails,
I don’t follow the “lead Chav”’s trail,

Ch-ch-chavs.
They hate all emos and Goths,
They sit in chav-land,
And think they’re so hot,
But I gotta tell yuh`,
You’re not all that great,
You think we all adore you,
But really it’s hate,

I’m not big on RnB,
2000 trainers are too many for me,
At 11pm, I’m usually home,
I’m not fussed on having the best phone,

I don’t like you, or your friends,
I don’t care about the chaviest trends,
(Instruments pause)
So now I’m “Emo” or “Goth”.
You see me and say “get lost”

Ch-ch-chavs.
They hate all emos and Goths,
They sit in chav-land,
And think they’re so hot,
But I gotta tell yuh`,
You’re not all that great,
You think we all adore you,
But really it’s hate,

Well, there’s this finger on my hand.
Wanna see it? I’ll show the whole gang.
(Talking) I’m me, okay?
So go back to Chav-land.
(woah, woah, woah, go back to chav-land…)



Anything You Can Do, We Can Do Better

You make war,
You do drugs,
You think that,
Money beats hugs.
But that’s not right,
You’re doing this wrong,
If we work together,
We can all get along.
‘Cause;
(drum solo or sum fink`)

Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’re not great at Maths,
Or writing formal letters,
But hey,
We know how to make it okay.
(Drum solo or something here)
Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’ve got imagination,
Forget about clever,
Cause guys,
You need to open your eyes.

Corruption and hate,
Is what we’ve grown up in,
And somehow we still,
Make the best of it.
Can’t you see?
We have determination,
We can rule this world,
(Even though we fail our French examination)
Because;

Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’re not great at Maths,
Or writing formal letters,
But hey,
We know how to make it okay.
(Drum solo or something here)
Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’ve got imagination,
Forget about clever,
Cause guys,
You need to open your eyes.

We can save the world,
While having a laugh,
While you are frustrated,
Screaming at the staff,
We prefer a smile,
Than a million pounds,
We pay attention,
To the sights and the sounds,
But you?
(Speaking) You haven’t got clue.

Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’re not great at Maths,
Or writing formal letters,
But hey,
We know how to make it okay.
(Drum solo or something here)
Anything you can do,
We can do better,
We’ve got imagination,
Forget about clever,
Cause guys,
You need to open your eyes.
And listen to us.



Teardrops And Scars.

There’re teardrops on my window,
There’re scars all over my wrists,
I can’t stop thinking about you,
And how the pain feels like bliss,

I can’t help it,
I’m imperfect,
You were making me better again,
At least that’s what you said.

Am I really hopeless?
You can keep on trying,
Every punch was the best kiss,
And no, I’m not lying.

Break my bones,
Scar my body,
Make me cry,
Make me right.
Even if it takes all night.

There’re teardrops behind my footsteps,
There’re scars all over my heart,
I can’t stop thinking about us,
And how I wish we weren‘t apart,

Come back and fix me!
Because I just can’t fix myself.
I need your help,
But am I worth it?

Your slaps still tingle,
The bruises will not die,
Your words still linger,
And God, it feels so right.

You’ve moved on now,
I’m unfixable,
Imperfect,
Unpredictable,
And just not worth it.

There’re teardrops on my deathbed,
There’re scars all over my life,
I can’t stop thinking about you,
And how death is the way to make myself right.



Lonely Dreams


I cry myself to sleep,
I cry myself awake,
I cry myself through every hour
Of the fucking day and
I need you in my arms again,
Baby, it’d be time well spent,
So, let the dust gather,
And let us be together,
Oh.

In. The. Sunset.
In. The. Sunrise.
In. Your. Old. bed.
In. Your. Blue. Eyes.
On. The. Park. Bench.
On. My. Bedroom. Floor.
We. Kiss. And. Then.
Hit snooze, ‘cause I need some mo-ore.

They don’t know,
Cause they don’t see me,
Life goes on outside,
But I’m still asleep,
Bed time, 6 sharp,
Mend my broken heart,
The time’s always too short,
But this is my last resort,
Oh.

In. The. Sunset.
In. The. Sunrise.
In. Your. Old. bed.
In. Your. Blue. Eyes.
On. The. Park. Bench.
On. My. Bedroom. Floor.
We. Kiss. And. Then.
Hit snooze, ‘cause I need some mo-ore.

You left but you come back,
When my eyes are closed,
I’m lulled to sleep,
By the promise that you’ll be close,
And together we are,
Under the stars,
I dread that alarm,
The time when you leave my arms.
Oh.

In. The. Sunset.
In. The. Sunrise.
In. Your. Old bed.
In. Your. Blue. Eyes.
On. The. Park. Bench.
On. My. Bedroom. Floor.
We. Kiss. And. Then.
Woah!

In. The. Sunset.
In. The. Sunrise.
In. Your. Old bed.
In. Your. Blue. Eyes.
On. The. Park. Bench.
On. My. Bedroom. Floor.
We. Kiss. And. Then.
Need to get up, face the day once more.



Voiceless.


You lip-sync your life,
You guard the door all the time,
Behind the bruises you hide,
Not even dreaming of a better life,
How can you let him do this to you?
Don’t you dream of it all being through?
‘Cause,

You’re not a Dictaphone,
You’re not a welcome mat,
You’re not a puppet show,
It’s time to fight back!
You’re not all alone,
You didn’t deserve that,
He doesn’t own the throne,
It’s time to fight back!
Yeah, yeah.

You’re the moth,
He’s the light,
You’re feeling so lost,
But he isn’t that bright,
How can you let him do this to you?
Don’t you dream of it all being through?
Baby,

You’re not a Dictaphone,
You’re not a welcome mat,
You’re not a puppet show,
It’s time to fight back!
You’re not all alone,
You didn’t deserve that,
He doesn’t own the throne,
It’s time to fight back!
Yeah, yeah.

He’s taken your soul,
He’s taken your life,
He’s given you this role,
But this isn’t right!
How can you let him do this to you?
Don’t you dream of it all being through?
Oh,

You’re not a Dictaphone,
You’re not a welcome mat,
You’re not a puppet show,
It’s time to fight back!
You’re not all alone,
You didn’t deserve that,
He doesn’t own the throne,
It’s time to fight back!
Yeah, yeah.

Daydream of bruises,
Night-dream of slaps,
You’re the one that loses,
And you’re the one that claps,
Why?!

It’s time…
Oh, it’s time…
Girl, it’s time…
To fight back.



You Were Gone


Write away what we had.
So it was a hobby, an experiment, a fad.
You were the one, the one, the one.
But me? An old face, forgotten name, just someone.
Today you were gone.

I’m alone now.
You’re probably stoned now, and
I’m all alone now,
I promise I’ve grown now,
Can’t you hear me moan now?
Why postphone now?
Wow, wo-aw, wo-aw.
Oh oh oh.

No kisses on the end of your love letter.
Would being apart make it all better?
Two years, too long,
How can a number make this wrong?
Yesterday you were gone.

I’m alone now.
You’re probably stoned now, and
I’m all alone now,
I promise I’ve grown now,
Can’t you hear me moan now?
Why postphone now?
Wow, wo-aw, wo-aw.
Oh oh oh.

Just up and run away,
And what did you say?
It’s hard to remember,
The fire just leaves embers.
And last week you were gone.

I’m alone now.
You’re probably stoned now, and
I’m all alone now,
I promise I’ve grown now,
Can’t you hear me moan now?
Why postphone now?
Wow, wo-aw, wo-aw.
Oh oh oh.

All has been burnt,
The lesson has been learnt,
I’ve found someone new,
Someone better than you.
(pause)
Sometimes I forget you were gone.

Something just happened.
Something big.
I'll be distant for a while.

Get your own Poll!

My Physics teacher is called Gareth. >_<

& Also, Mrs Bish (PE teacher from hell) is called Elenor, Mr.B (Guy's PE teacher) is called Darren, Mr.C (Awesome music teacher who want my hairbows) is called David, Mr. Gee-eww is called Marcell, Mrs.Evv is called Diane (I know her MSN >.<), Mr.Lomb (Drama/music) is Oliver, Mrs.Bart (RE) is Helen, Mr.Aggy (Sub with `stache), Mrs.Borsh (welsh but doesn't actully teach, just chats with everyone) is called Jackie, Mr.Hilt (Biology and sex edd`) is Martin, Mrs.Hay-ward (history) is called "Gill", Mr.Keybl (geog) is called Martin also, Mrs.Llew (PE, not so bad.) is called Sarah, Mr.Morg (Tech, a good laugh) is called Ian, Art teacher Mrs.P is called Louise, Mr.Raybald (Old headteacher, let us have our shirts out.) was called Alan, Mrs.Ride-out (Absurdly idiotic Tech "helper") is called Debbie, Mrs.Robberts (German, dep.head) is called Judith, Mr.Smith (Old drama teacher, had an affair with a year 11 and got kicked out) was called Guy (funny story; in year 6 me and Becca went camping with the school and decided to come back and tell Rochelle we both got boyfriends [as if, i was like a blonde oompa loompa back then]. Mine was called Will and Becca's was called Guy. But Becca's "boyfriend" luckily wasn't bald.), Mrs.Soooos (RE) is called Karen, Mrs.Turn` (English teacher) is called Shirley, My head of year, Mrs.Weeks, is called Patricia.
This would obviously be insanely boring if you are not from my school. All names spelt wrong on purpose; there are already 3 peados up Pant as it is.

Write away what we had.
So it was a hobby, an experiment, a fad.
You were the one, the one, the one.
But me? An old face, forgotten name, just someone.
Today you were gone.

I’m alone now.
You’re probably stoned now, and
I’m all alone now,
I promise I’ve grown now,
Can’t you hear me moan now?
Why postphone now?
Wow, wo-aw, wo-aw.
Oh oh oh.

No kisses on the end of your love letter.
Would being apart make it all better?
Two years, too long,
How can a number make this wrong?
Yesterday you were gone.

I’m alone now.
You’re probably stoned now, and
I’m all alone now,
I promise I’ve grown now,
Can’t you hear me moan now?
Why postphone now?
Wow, wo-aw, wo-aw.
Oh oh oh.

Just up and run away,
And what did you say?
It’s hard to remember,
The fire just leaves embers.
And last week you were gone.

I’m alone now.
You’re probably stoned now, and
I’m all alone now,
I promise I’ve grown now,
Can’t you hear me moan now?
Why postphone now?
Wow, wo-aw, wo-aw.
Oh oh oh.

All has been burnt,
The lesson has been learnt,
I’ve found someone new,
Someone better than you.
(pause)
Sometimes I forget you were gone.

06.00 - Alarm goes off. Say "Shut up" and throw it on the floor. Continue sleeping.
06.30 - retrieve alarm from the pile of junk on floor. Shiver a bit, swear a bit, and go downstairs.
06.40 - Have poptarts.
06.42 - decide that poptarts don't taste to good after not eating anything for a few hours.
06.45 - Get dressed, brush teeth, straighten hair (NOT FRINGE).
07.30 - Vigorously search house for hairbow.
08.00 - Find hairbow and start walking down. (Freezing your arse off is involved)
08.28 - Finally make it to school. Hang about outside reg.
08.30 - Talk to Rhiannon about Aled's FIT hair.
08.36 - Go into the computer area.
08.37 - Tyler walks up to you, rubs your cheek with his, makes a blonde noise, and walks off.
08.38 - Find pictures of outer space for art.
08.40 - Finish, walk off to Biology. Explain to Rhiannon that this is your favourite lesson.
08.45 - Get in Biology, grudgingly sit next to Brad and Sam.
08.46 - Ask Brad for some of the chocolate he brought in. (He says no.)
08.48 - Watch a video about "IMPLANTATION" and "FERTILIZATION". Laugh at Caitlin with her hands over her ears. Laugh at Sam's.. actions (A wanking action with the science taps.)
09.00 - Go to Chemistry
09.02 - Make stuff change colour and talk about Aled's hair with Rhiannon.
10.00 - Go give Miss Bish your letter about you being unable to swim 'cause you dyed your hair yesterday.
10.10 - Listen to music and talk about Aled's hair.
10.20 - Go to Welsh.
10.45 - Tell the class: "Bore Da Caitlin, Ble est ti yn gwylliad haf? Sut est ti? Es i i Frainc mewn aweryrn. Es i gyda ffriendiau. Es i yn fis. Hwyl Fawr, Caitlin". Get a shiny postcard home.
11.20 - Head to Maths.
11.26 - Stick headphones in and begin the immense task of 52 xs-on-both-sides equations.
11.37 - Find out that you had less than 60% on a homework you did at 5am.
11.57 - Daisy and Rhiannon are moved so you now sit next to Liam and Joe. On the bright side, Lewis talks to you a bit.
-wait a min, seems i have missed out an hour somewhere. it's now 13.10, mmkay?-
13.10 - stay in for half an hour to do homework.
13.37 - escape and have a coffee for lunch.
13.53 - Go into reg and "hang". Talking about Aled's hair, naturally.
14.00 - Remember you have to go to the dentist. Stick a note on Sir's laptop, say bye to everyone, and get in a headlock by Tyler to explain that no, you're not running away with some guy (or Aled's hair), but are, infact, going to the dentist.
14.03 - Make small talk with a year 8.
14.27 - Go to dentist.
14.58 - Get a mind-numbingly painful needle in your mouth. Apparently, this numbs things.
15.12 - Get a WHITE (WHOO-HOO!) filling.
15.24 - Go to co-op to find a small girl staring at you. O.O
15.57 - Go home and blog.
16.00 - have a bath
16.35 - do other boring things
21.30 - pretend to go to sleep.
01.32 - Go to sleep.

Enjoy your Jamie-like day!

You lip-sync your life,
You guard the door all the time,
Behind the bruises you hide,
Not even dreaming of a better life,
How can you let him do this to you?
Don’t you dream of it all being through?
‘Cause,

You’re not a Dictaphone,
You’re not a welcome mat,
You’re not a puppet show,
It’s time to fight back!
You’re not all alone,
You didn’t deserve that,
He doesn’t own the throne,
It’s time to fight back!
Yeah, yeah.

You’re the moth,
He’s the light,
You’re feeling so lost,
But he isn’t that bright,
How can you let him do this to you?
Don’t you dream of it all being through?
Baby,

You’re not a Dictaphone,
You’re not a welcome mat,
You’re not a puppet show,
It’s time to fight back!
You’re not all alone,
You didn’t deserve that,
He doesn’t own the throne,
It’s time to fight back!
Yeah, yeah.

He’s taken your soul,
He’s taken your life,
He’s given you this role,
But this isn’t right!
How can you let him do this to you?
Don’t you dream of it all being through?
Oh,

You’re not a Dictaphone,
You’re not a welcome mat,
You’re not a puppet show,
It’s time to fight back!
You’re not all alone,
You didn’t deserve that,
He doesn’t own the throne,
It’s time to fight back!
Yeah, yeah.

Daydream of bruises,
Night-dream of slaps,
You’re the one that loses,
And you’re the one that claps,
Why?!

It’s time…
Oh, it’s time…
Girl, it’s time…
To fight back.


Any ideas to improve?

Lots lots lots happened today.
By lots lots lost, i mean Squeeing about Aled's hair, getting told off for not doing swimming (JUST 'cause i dyed my hair. "Would you walk into Maths and say you can't do it because you've dyed your hair?" "I'd give it a fucking try, Miss Bish!". And yeah, i did bring my other kit, but they didn't know that.. ;) )

Oh, and also writing about Leeds in the 1800s, (It was pretty bad, btw), listening to 101 speeches (On truanting -.-), Talking about War (Would you bomb the factory near the school? WOULD YOU?), And headphoning in Maths.
Good Crap times, good crap times...

13 & afraid of growing up. Music lover & Fringe obsesser. Poptart, coffee, & Skittles enthusiast with a love of all things neon. Long black hair & awkward eyes, Skinny jeans & hairbows. Artistic & Lingustic. Just a freak pretending to be intellijunt.
Beware.

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