“Hero” lyrics

SONG: Hero
BY: Superchic[k]

No one sits with him, he doesn’t fit in
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him
Cause you want to belong do you go along
Cause his pain is the price paid for you to belong
It’s not like you hate him or want him to die
But maybe he goes home and thinks suicide
Or he comes back to school with a gun at his side
And a kindness from you might have saved his life

Tag: Heroes are made when you make a choice

You could be a hero
Heroes do what’s right
You could be a hero
You might save a life
You could be a hero, You could join the fight
For what’s right–for what’s right–for what’s right

No one talks to her, she feels so alone
She’s in too much pain to survive on her own
The hurt she can’t handle overflows to a knife
She writes on her arm, wants to give up her life
Each day she goes on is a day that she is brave,
Fighting the lie that giving up is the way,
Each moment of courage her own life she saves
When she throws the pills out a hero is made


No one talks to him about how he lives
He thinks that the choices he makes are just his
Doesn’t know he’s a leader with the way he behaves
And others will follow the choices he’s made
He lives on the edge, he’s old enough to decide
His brother who wants to be him is just nine
He can do what he wants because it’s his right
The choices he makes change a nine year old’s life


Little Mikey D was in the one class
Who everyday got brutally harassed
This went on for years
Until he decided that never again
Would he shed another tear
So he walked through the door
Grabbed the 4 by 4 out of his father’s dresser drawer
And said I can’t take life no more
And like that life can be lost
But this ain’t even about that
All of us just sat back
And watch it happen
Thinkin’ it’s not our responsibility
To solve a problem that isn’t even about me
This is our problem
This is just one of the daily scenarios
Which we choose to close our eyes
Instead of doing the right thing
If we make a choice
And be the voice
For those who won’t speak up for themselves
How may lives would be saved, changed, and rearranged
Now it’s our time to pick a side
So don’t keep walking by
Don’t wanna intervene
Cause you just wanna exist and never be seen
So let’s wake up
Change the world
Our time is now

Chorus (2x)

“On My Own” lyrics

SONG: On My Own
FROM: Les Miserables
sung by Eponine

And now I’m all alone again
Nowhere to turn, no one to go to
Without a home without a friend
Without a face to say hello to
And now the night is near
I can make believe he’s here

Sometimes I walk alone at night
When everybody else is sleeping
I think of him and I’m happy
With the company I’m keeping
The city goes to bed
And I can live inside my head

On my own
Pretending he’s beside me
All alone
I walk with him till morning
Without him
I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And he has found me

In the rain the pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty in the river
In the darkness,
The trees are full of starlight
And all I see is him and me
Forever and forever

And I know it’s only in my mind
That I’m talking to myself and not to him
And although I know that he is blind
Still I say, there’s a way for us

I love him
But when the night is over
He is gone
The river’s just a river
Without him
The world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere
The streets are full of strangers

I love him
But every day I’m learning
All my life
I’ve only been pretending
Without me
His world would go on turning
A world that’s full of happiness
That I have never known

I love him
I love him
I love him
But only on my own.

“Shipwrecked” lyrics

SONG: Shipwrecked
BY: Spacehog

I wonder as I wandered
Do you wonder me?
I always sit, and think of you
And smile in memory

So if you raise a glass
To love you passed
Raise a glass to me
Cause I’m lonely as a sailor
Ship Wrecked on the sea

I always thought the captain’s wife
she’s the one for me
she may not be a painting
but she’s the one for me


And as the stars fly by me
So the ocean binds me
And I’m as lonely as a sailor
Ship Wrecked on the sea

September 2004

Tuesday, 28 September 2004:
I’m tired. As I write this, the clock is ticking from 6:42 to 6:43 to 6:44 and so on. And that’s in the morning. And for once I didn’t stay up this late… I woke up this early. I miss home and I’m lonely here without my roommate. I haven’t seen one of my friends here for over a week and I miss him terribly, too. But I refuse to make contact with him because last time he was over in my room, someone from his hall called him and he LIED about where he was to them… As if that wouldn’t hurt my feelings? Bastard. My pride won’t let me talk to him unless he talks to me first, but I miss him so much. It’s aggravating. It’s raining here a little bit. I missed my only class yesterday, and a meeting I really wanted to go to because I’m anti-social and just couldn’t get the nerve up to leave my room. I seriously think something is wrong with me, but I can’t pinpoint what it is. When I leave my room, I feel unsafe sometimes and I don’t like that feeling. Maybe I’m just becoming paranoid. I love my classes, but I just miss them a lot because I’m a loser. I don’t know what to do to make myself just GO. Crap crap crap. Why am I so dumb? Why? Fucking crap, man. Pledging, on the other hand, is going okay. The sisters and the pledges meet every night from 7 to 10 for study hall. Hahaha, I joined the smart sorority. The average GPA is 3.5, cool, huh? I have to go to class today. I MUST. And I WILL.

Sunday, 12 September 2004:
Sometimes I wonder what my life is coming to. Several things have happened recently… a couple of which I NEVER thought would EVER happen, and one about which I’m still unsure. Loneliness has driven me to do things I wouldn’t have ordinarily done. Yesterday was the first 9-11 anniversary that I didn’t feel any remorse since the event itself. I think that’s a good thing. We can’t dwell on the past forever. My job is going all right so far. I haven’t had to actually do much planning of events as yet, but that will change after tonight, I hope. I don’t like bartending much… there’s not much brain involved and it’s hard to do homework down there where it’s loud all the time. Pssh. I miss someone in particular, but I’m not saying whom because it’s against my policy of saying names blah blah blah. I know you think that I shouldn’t still love you, I’ll tell you that. But if I didn’t say it, well, I’d still have felt it. Where’s the sense in that? I promise I’m not trying to make your life harder or return to where we were. I know I left too much mess and destruction to come back again. And I caused nothing but trouble. I understand if you can’t talk to me again. And when we meet, which I’m sure we will, all that was there will be there still. I’ll let it pass and hold my tongue and you will think that I’ve moved on. SO MUCH READING!!!! Too much homework, not enough sleep. That’s really bad because I sleep all the time. If I just DID my homework like a normal person, I wouldn’t have so much of it. I miss my roommate, too. Sigh. I’ve done some interesting things recently. Shakes head. There will be no white flag above my door. I’m not giving up, and I’m not giving in.

Saturday, 04 September 2004:
I fucking hate you all.

July 2004

Saturday, 31 July 2004:
To my future love: You are the new day… I will love you more than me and more than yesterday, if you can but prove to me, You are the new day. Send the sun in time for dawn; let the birds all hail the morning. Love of life will urge me say: You are the new day. When I lay me down at night, knowing we must pay, thoughts occur that this night might stay yesterday. Thoughts that we, as humans small, could slow worlds and end it all, lie around me when they fall before the new day. One more day when time is running out for everyone. Like a breath I knew would come, I reach for a new day. Hope is my philosophy; just needs days in which to be. Love of life means hope for me, You are the new day.

Wednesday, 28 July 2004:

I refuse to give in and get a live/deadjournal. I absolutely refuse. My avoidance of the phone is steadily becoming worse. A friend told me to work on it, but it’s becoming harder and harder to even take the phone with me when I go places. I don’t know what to do to work on it, so it is slowly going downhill. I think I have everything I need to make it better, only I don’t know how. It’s like I need to paint my room and I have paint, but no paintbrush. It’s really frustrating. And all the while it just gets worse. Sigh. So sad, actually. In other news, the Marriage Protection Act of 2004 passed in the House of Representatives 233-194 (with 8 not voting). It prevents federal courts from ruling on challenges to the Defense of Marriage Act. Now tell me, is this even possible? Will someone IM me or email me explaining if this is legal or not? I mean, I thought that Congress isn’t allowed to make a law that forbids courts from changing it/ruling on it. Isn’t that right? Someone explain it to me, please.

Sunday, 18 July 2004:
The motion to vote on the Federal Marriage Amendment failed 50-48. Thank you to all who called your Senators and put them in their place. And now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

December 1, 2003

December 1, 2003:
Yes, I realise I haven’t updated much in the past few months. I blame it all on college. Anyway, I was reading my posts from December 2001, since I just moved a bunch of stuff around internally to make it easier for me (and, perchance, you all lovely fans). You know something I “discovered”? I whine like nothing else. It’s actually pretty pathetic. I officially apologise for all the sorry excuses for updates you people have to perpetually put up with. And I also apologise for the ones you’ll see in the future, for likely I’ll not stop this bad habit of writing all of three sentences and leave you hanging… again.

Sigh. And apparently, I must do that now… how sad. I’m just so tired. I have two weeks of school this semester and I’m basically failing three of my four classes. And I’m not doing too well in the fourth, either. So, I’m going to sleep; I leave you with the lyrics of one of my favourite songs. Enjoy.

Bowl of Oranges by Bright Eyes

The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreaming, / so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open. / Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been. // So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets, / But everything seemed different and completely new to me: / The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body / And each person I encountered, I couldn’t wait to meet. // I came up a doctor who appeared in quite poor health. / I said “(I am terribly sorry but) there is nothing I can do for you that you can’t do for yourself.” / He said “Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help.” / So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt. // He said, “I think I’m cured. No, in fact, I’m sure of it. / Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile.” // So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone, / And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow. / But when crying don’t help and you can’t compose yourself. / It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope. // That is why I’m singing… / Baby, don’t worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying, / I’m gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can’t, if it just hurts too bad, / then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company through those days so long and black. // And we’ll just keep working on the problem we know we’ll never solve of Love’s uneven remainders, / our lives are fractions of a whole. / But if the world could remain in a frame like a painting on a wall. // Then I think we would see the beauty. / Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, / like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.