Depressing Stories

Cats in the Craddle Plot: this song is about a dad and a kid. The song is the story of a boy growing up and a dad that never has time for his son. The whole song the dad is to busy to do anything with his son but the son really looks up to the dad and is always saying he is going to be just like him. It goes through his life and at the end his dad wants to be with his son but he is too busy for the dad cuz he has work and a lot of other things going on. The dad realizes that he ended up just like he did. Character: Dad and son Conflict: the Dad never has time for his son. Theme: Spend time with your kids because one day they wont have time for you. Setting: Mostly their house. Last kiss Plot: This is a really sad song and makes me really think. Anyways this song is about this guy and girl go on a date I assume they were boyfriend and girlfriend. They are driving on the date and the car stalls. They get in a wreck and the girl starts to die. They kiss one more time before she passes away. The rest of the song he talks about how he has to be good so he can live with his baby when he leaves this life. Character: Boy and Girl Conflict: the girl dies. Theme: live good so you can go to heaven Setting: the date.

If

I am jealous of this poem. I feel like he is able to take what is in his head of what makes someone a man and put it on paper. He doesn't try to hard to hard to make it great but he writes real things like "if you can talk in crowds and keep your virtue" So many people say what people want to hear. They don't care if they are being honest or sincere they just care about what people will think of them after. I hate that, and feel it makes our world more screwed up then it already is. that is just one line out of it, but its all just written so perfectly for me and inspires me to want to be the person he describes. And that is what makes me jealous.

Complants

Im tired of girls. Im tired of boys. Im tired of never feeling prepared. Im tired of never amounting to anything. Im tired of being lazy. I am tired of not being good enough. Im tired of being told I am not good enough or that I cant do it. Im tired of cheating my way through life. Im tired of fake people. Im tired of being broke. Im tired of Justin Bieber. Im tired of doubt. Im tired of being alone. Im tired of BYU always losing. Im tired being tired. Im tired of complaining.

Love

What is love? I honestly have thought about this for the longest time and I have come to realize that love cant be defined by one thing, because you love everyone differently. You love your mom and dad differently from how you love your girlfriend. You love your brothers different from how you love your sisters. Love can be felt but I dont think it can be defined. At least I havent found a good enough definition of it. When you do love someone you will do anything for them. They are more important then you are and you would even go as far as to die for that person. Thats love and should be used with caution otherwise you can get hurt.

My song lyrics.

verse.
I twist these words, that feel my mind. I think of what we left behind. A summer day alone with you. Nothing better nothing more I'd rather do.
Pre chorus.
I'll think of you ever day, til your face engraves in my brain.
Chorus.
The less I sleep, the more I dream. Making you, to what it seems. The perfect girl.... that feels my dreams.
Verse.
My heart aches for the unknown. the feeling inside I cant let go. I cant explain how I feel, and maybe I will never know.
Pre chorus.
But one think I know that is true, I don't want to live without you.
Chorus.
The less I sleep, the more I dream. Making you, to what it seems. The perfect girl.... that feels my dreams.
Verse.
I lie awake another night. Restless with the thought of you. Wishing I could hold you close... while I sleep alone.

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk completely and utterly alone. No one matters, Everything has lost its color... and how does the sun lose its color? I am in my own little world trying to seperate myself from this place and these people, because I want to cry but i dont want people to see. This is my boulevard of broken dreams... its not just one dream, one broken dream i can handle, but its a whole street of them.... and that i cant.

I am thinking about you

When it's a perfect summer day and I am laying on my hammock and could be thinking of anything in the world I think of you. I think of you like rain thinks about falling like Snowmen think about Snowwomen. I am thinking of you like Ron thinks of Hermonie, like school thinks about ending I am thinking of you like weird little creatures think about eating butterflies and pooping out rainbows. I am thinking about you like glue thinks about sticking, like fairies think about flying. I am thinking of you like Scooby Doo thinks about Shaggy, like peanut butter thinks about jelly, like elves think about Christmas, like the sun thinks about shinning, like Teletubbies think about their stomachs glowing, like babies think about laughing, like the world thinks about peace.... Needless to say I think of you everyday, so one day I will of thought of you so much, I will finally find the nerve to ask you out. Then maybe.... just maybe. You'll think about me....