I am seriously the only punk rock lover in my high school. Every time I mention The Clash or The Sex Pistols, everyone's faces go blank. It's bad.
Blame it all on crap "artists" like Justin Bieber. ****.
There are many people who enjoy music and many relate to a certain genre'. There are those who are vocalist, musicians, and dancers. I am all three, in every genre' across the map. I cannot remember a time in my life that music was not part of it. My earliest memories was age...
and the way it makes me feel. I may be down one day but my addiction to music won't stop, in fact, it even fuels my love for music. I'd have to say my favorite music artist are, Frank Ocean, Sam Smith, Kid Cudi, Andrea Bocelli, Michael Jackson, Ed Sheeran, the band Incubus, the...
No Ordinary Love" I gave you all the love I got I gave you more than I could give I gave you love I gave you all that I have inside And you took my love You took my love Didn't I tell you What I believe Did somebody say that A love like that won't last Didn't I give you All that...
.... All I do is listen to music all the time, so I'm almost always happy ..... I like a lot of sad instrumental music, because sad songs make me happy .. ... Yes, they make me happy and I feel inspired to do anything ..... suddenly when I listen to a beautiful music, I have the...
It heals the wounds of words people speak and no matter your feeling there's always a song that shows it . Every day theirs a new song that describes my feelings and I've adapted to telling people close to me the names of the songs . Music is one of the things that can bring the...
future husband by megan trainor " I love that song describes my future Husband perfectly xP
If u treat me right I'll be the perfect wife
After every fight just a apologies and then maybe I'll let u wrap my body right
Even if I was wrong u know I'm never wrong why...
This is the end
Hold your breath and count to ten
Feel the earth move and then
Hear my heart burst again
For this is the end
I’ve drowned and dreamt this moment
So overdue I owe them
Swept away, I’m stolen
Let the sky fall
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
Face it all...
On a cold wet afternoon,
In a room full of emptiness by a freeway,
I confess I was lost in the pages of a book full of death;
Reading how we'll die alone.
And if we're good we'll lay to rest, anywhere we want to go.
In your house I long to be;
Room by room patiently,
She calls out to the man on the street, "Sir, can you help me?
It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep. Is there somewhere you can tell me?"
He walks on, doesn't look back, he pretends he can't hear her
He starts to whistle as he crosses the street, seems embarassed to be there