You Can't Hear Me Now

The words smudged in black ink
The words don't have time to sink in
I'm stronger on paper
No sword's quite as sharp as my pen
But nothing that I write
Will change the fact that you were right mistaken
I'm sick of false hope
And there's nothing left to write again

After tonight what's the point in these letters
After tonight where's the power in these words
After tonight I will always remember
Nothing I say now will ever be heard

The laughter is missing
The laughing and kissing is gone
The good times are short lived
The days all seem three times too long
I'll stay here forever
In silence it goes on and on and on
And not that it matters
But I thought I mattered, I'm wrong

After tonight what's the point in these letters
(Now I stand here asking why)
After tonight where's the power in these words
(There's nothing left so I cry)
After tonight I will always remember
(I never could forget you)
Nothing I say now will ever be heard
(You can't hear me)

Nothing I do
Is ever gonna change you
Never gonna change your mind
And all the self assurance
In the world can't buy me
One more second of time

After tonight what's the point in these letters
(Now I stand here asking why)
After tonight where's the power in these words
(There's nothing left so I cry)
After tonight I will always remember
(I never could forget you)
After tonight nothing I say will ever be heard
(You can't hear me)

You can't hear me
You can't hear me.....now

I Hate Fireworks

The fireworks explode from outside the car window, each the same as the next. How many more times do we have to sit through them until the novelty wears off. And it's alot less enjoyable when you're alone and would rather be anywhere else. The tinted glass dims the luster but the sound of each explosion blasts through the air. Why are we here? Because as long as we're playing by majority rules, I am always going to lose. No matter how you do the math three will always beat one. If it ends in a tie we all lose, and there's no real point in voting if you already know the outcome. It doesn't matter if we're being selfish or rude, if we happen to wreck some friendships in the process, then bonus. If I could do it all over, I wouldn't even be here. But here I am, here I waste my night, with one earphone and the echos from outside. The images of how it should have been run through my mind like a video on fast forward. Everythings too blurred now because I'm too wrapped up in it all. I'm thinking of drastic ways to make my point, none of them even close to the point I'm really trying to make. My screams are drowned out by the fireworks, my tears frozen before they fall from the cold. My hands shake from the anger, my lips bleed from being bitten. The finale, identical to the beginning bursts into view, and as the sparks fade, there's nothing left but clouds of smoke blowing across the sky.

Kinda Too Bad

Her hair comes off the curling iron in perfect little ringlets. She takes care to hairspray each piece so that her head of curls remains perfect. Prom night, the day ever girl waits for. The reason a girl tolerates highschool. Her pricey red dress hangs off both shoulders giving her tanned skin even more colour. Each feature on her face has been perfectly accented. She is a masterpiece. The mirror struggles to find an imperfection. Around her room pictures hang, of adventures and friendships, of camping trips and shopping trips. Ribbons intermingle with the photographs, awards and certificates commemorating her achievements. She's always been told her future is bright, she can be anything she wants to be. Her closet doors are covered in drawings. Those of children she's babysat, and some of her own. A budding artist and a talented writer. Her book shelves are filled with journals and her own stories. Her computer's resting light flickers, the hard drive is filled with music and digital camera images, projects and saved IM messages. She's got it together, she's got it all, and there's nothing standing in her way. She's admired and she's envied. The clock says 7:00. She gracefully slips into her heels embracing the height. Descending the stairs with the praise of her family. She has the perfect life, but the one thing she's really ever wanted is missing. It's prom night and this is every girls nightmare. She grabs the car keys, she goes alone.