The Only Option

Sorry I've been so busy and disconected, but I'm back now. Here's a song I wrote called "The Only Option." Hope you like it! :)

Today.

Today I went to work with my Dad after school to avoid my little brother. My Dad's a priest, so this location was his church. At first, all I did was eat cookies out of the coffee hour kitchen. But I had my laptop, so I filmed myself singing and playing the piano to a song that I wrote called "Today". The quality's not great and I may have messed up a few times so bear with me. But I hope you like it. :)

Lyrics:

1. There's a person inside of me,

saying let me out.

There's a little person within me saying I needa' shout.

I say okay,

But you better stand up to the croud.

I say okay,

But you better make me proud.

So proud.

Refrain:

Today's the day I'm going to tell you that I'm more than just a girl.

Today's the day I'm going to tell you that I'm going to change the world.

Today's the day that all the positives overcome the shame.

Today's the day I'm going to start on my road to fame.

2. My voice aint loud enough to overcome the noise.

My voice is now overcoming it because of my little voice.

The one that I let out from inside my chest.

Now everyone treats me like a gold treasure chest.

Refrain:

Today's the day I'm going to tell you that I'm more than just a girl.

Today's the day I'm going to tell you that I'm going to change the world.

Today's the day that all the positives overcome the shame.

Today's the day I'm going to start on my road to fame.

To fame, to fame, to fame.

(Refrain in higher octive)

(Refrain to end of song)

The worst word and the worst prayer ever.

When I go to church,

And I say,

Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Does it make it okay?

When I swear on the bible,

Saying that I'd never hurt you.

But then I hurt you the very worst way.

If I say sorry,

Does it make it okay?

If I go to church every Sunday,

And pray every night.

Saying thank you for all I have,

And that I'm sorry for all my sins.

If I do the same things the next day,

Does it make it okay?

Does sorry really mean something?

Is saying sorry doing something?

Or is it just a word?

A word used to fix someone's behavior.

So, all I have to do is say one simple word,

And I have redeemed myself?

Is a memorized prayer doing something?

A bunch of words that have been imprinted into my mind.

Are they something that will forgive all of my sins?

Is a punishment going to make it all better?

Teach you a lesson?

Maybe, sorry is the worst word out there.

And just maybe, "Our Father who art in heaven" is the worst prayer out there.

Because words alone don't make it okay.

Celestial Being.

You smile at me when I feel small. You smile at me when I feel big. Sometimes, I convince myself that you are not real. That you are from somewhere else inside my mind. But if you were, could I feel it when you hug me? When you kiss me on the forehead and say, "Sweetie, it will be alright. Believe me." I don't believe so. You are not a figment of my imagination. If you aren't, then that makes me come to the conclusion that angels are real. There is no way that a human being can be this amazingly complex and beautiful. It seems to me that you are perfect. But you are imperfect all the same, because you make me feel amazing about my self. I love it when you say, "Don't frown. You don't know how many people would fall in love with your smile." Even when you are not with me, I think of you and feel amazing. I know, I AM AMAZING. No one can tell me otherwise. This is a fact. And you are a celestial being, an angel, you are perfect. And you make up for my imperfectness. But it's my IMPERFECTNESS that makes me amazing.

I am a bruised apple.

Today I will fall from the apple tree like everyone else. But no one will pick me from the ground, because I have one bruise and I am not as shiny as the others. People will pick the other shiny ones that have gone through this process before over me. Tonight I will go home, and I will paint green and red over my bruise. I will clean and shine my skin. I will trim my leaves. Tomorrow, I will get picked from the tree. I will get picked because to people, I seem shiny, new, good, and better than yesterday. But it's not satisfying. Not to me. So, tomorrow night I will wash the paint off of my bruise and roll in dirt like I was before. And the next day, I will get picked again. Not by the people who picked me before. But by the girl who sees me as the apple with the bruise. But she doesn't care. Because everyone has bruises. It's just up to you whether you show them or not.

The boy is an actor.

Right now, I will take down the pictures I have painted of you in my mind. Then, I will rebuild the walls I once used to separate myself from you. Once it was not necessary. Now, I want to be as far away from you as possible. Next, I will stay in bed for two days and four hours staring out of the window saying, "Why did I trust him?" He acted like he cared for me, for what? To get the satisfaction of hurting me and breaking me into millions of pieces? He acted like I was the only one. Now everyone knows that that was a lie. A lie. One of many. Why did he say right to my face that he loved me and that he would never cheat on me? Now I can see in his face that he never loved me and that he planned this all along. It's just a big game plan, a play. He had his lines memorized so that when this moment came, he knew what to say. He knew that I would take him back the first time. But what he didn't know, was that I was going to add a surprise ending. He didn't know that when the second time came around, I wouldn't let him come back. He wasn't prepared for that. Not this time. He looks at his script and there's nothing for him to say. Curtains closed.

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I love this guy.