Fidanzata

When I'm in my first love How can I tell if its real? I've seen all the jocks Who get all the bitches But really, what good is that? Those relationships don't really last very long And they're always fake in the end. Just a girl, way too desperate And a guy, selfish minded I'd say they were made for each other. Now I'm in my first love And I've seen all this happen It's all around me everyday. And I have the nice guy, The only one out there, And I don't want to let him go. My life would fall to ruin And I wouldn't be me Not without his hand in mine. So now here I stand Alone in my thoughts. Are my dreams all that I have left? How wrong

Have you ever been alone? And you don't know where to go. Hiding in the dark, Though you're deathly afraid. The world is crumbling down. And there's nothing I can do. I'm calling out to you! Come and save me now. I'm so afraid to face this on my own... I'm crying out, please! I just want you here. All I need to know is that you're near. I'm hiding from the wreckage... I'm falling through the void, My heart's about to break! Come and save me now...

Spiraling lights A wave of dark As the curtain draws back A new day dawning They won't understand They'll never know How to show That this is my voice This is my way I'll lead myself and Never go astray I'll be true and bright As a candle in the night I fear for the world You who live in sin For we all have fallen But some shall rise And have life My words won't change their minds Though they're hiding it inside I fear for their lives That they soon might die People are wavering They're all searching For something that could be more Bright light of life Giving hope to the lost Never alone

She was a creature of the night. Any who saw her would swear she was a ghost. Her apparel was as black as could be. Her hair was light and her skin was pale. But not pale enough to be deathly. She always had a type of glow about her. In all, she was beautiful in a frightening way. All who met her, which were few, said this: The only flaw she had was a scar by her left eye. She would ignore it though, for she did not care. To her it was not an unusual thing anymore. And like her, none cared about it. For they could not see past her beautiful mask. Until it was too late. She lived alone, but enjoyed her solitude. She lived in a