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I love to write songs, and I was wondering if I could get some of your guys's opinions 
Blue Eyed Glory
Is this breath the first or the last
Im afraid I cant recall.
How many months have come to pass,
I cant say I believe in love
But its just too late to fall.
Needles pin my veins
With the single drop of pain
And it fills me slowly.
Then Im okay, recalling that
I dont know what to do.
I guess I just freeze whenever
I look at you.
Pistols are relief
But whys this pill on your tounge?
Youre all fun and games,
But your game hasnt even begun.
Im drawing a blank on
Who the heck are you?
Just show that Im a burnout.
Then you look at me
With blue eyed glory
And ask what this is all about.
Ive failed and Ive tried
But Im givin in for the first time.
I guess it just wasnt meant to be.
Its how high that I climb
But I end up at the highest low.
Im stuck in this rut with no where to go.
Well he tells me
That the girls are liars
And the boys have desires
Well I guess this is controversy.
But all is forgotten once they proclaim sex is holy,
Standing in each others glory.
Ive been wondering if Im worth the waste of breath,
I find myself falling and catch myself
Counting the days in which I fall to my death.
Before I fall on your glory.
Tell me when was the last time you let yourself go,
The last time you took yourself to a local show.
When was the last time you found yourself low,
Too low to get out and too low to grow?
These simple songs spill out onto canvas
And were left here with whatever exists.
Im drawing a blank on who we are.
I guess its too late to pick up that old guitar.
Creating Apathy and Losing Control
She's just angry cause she's not in control,
age old questions damned to the deepest ditch within her.
lies buried beneath the sullen grounds,
sins are taken but never found.
angels fall from the skies and god knows its armageddon,
sins knocking at her doors and she lets em in.
she's fighting against this skin licking wind,
she's thrashing against these things where she can't feel anythin'.
Crashing down, and I don't know what to do.
Lights at the end of the tunnel going down to hell
Damned to each separate doom.
The smallest things seem to matter the most,
When the failure is too much to handle.
These things are each away at my flesh,
Casting shadows against the candle.
Ive never felt so small and let down,
Time to stand up on these broken grounds.
She doesn't talk much anymore,
Stunned silent lying on the floor.
She's too scared to turn on the lights,
Afraid that parents may kindle a fight.
Suddenly she's in charge of the life's support,
Control doesn't matter when your life's so poor.
My support desolved in my own separate dreams.
God, im so scared I can't even scream.
She's my ego-central,
hiding me from the dawn,
these rules I live by don't last so long,
ive been stuck with the dead heroes,
instead of idols they're now my zeroes.
Why can't I wake up any longer?
Ive been stuck in the same rut for days.
Why won't my suit get any cleaner?
Maybe its life but I hope it's a phase.
And no matter how hard I try,
She can't gain control.
She's just angry cause she's got me in a tight hold.
What Am I?
These angry flames are licking my throat,
Giving me pains undeniably remote.
Wondering if Ive been lost all along,
When wondering if I will be found anytime soon.
The only source of light is the forbidden moon;
Forbidden by sin of its lovely truth.
Where does the truth lie in me?
Who am I and what am I to see?
Mirrors are broken religions pondering within me,
Shattered and glued back together,
Who am I? What am I to be?
My moods are affected by the Ohio weather.
Am I weak or am I strong?
Who have I been all along?
These mind games are playing with me;
Conclusive results are what I breathe for,
But it seems theyre not so conclusive anymore.
These cults of revenge wait my return,
To lead them along these weary lands.
The lands that cover my mind
Rotting and dying, dead and refined.
Thoughts captured into a capsule,
Talents show but are kept secret until your return.
Hollow hearts combined to create life
Stabbed silent by mothers knives.
Cancer filled wonders flying from me,
Mind boxes creating space.
I may be silent but I still bleed,
I may be weak but I still scream.
I may be sick but I am weary,
I may be angry but I am thinking.
I am a child of the passion,
A child left behind by gods creation.
His royal highness stands above me from great distance
Worshipping the wonders of our minds.
Pondering the reason of our existence
Smiling and leaving me blind.
Smiling and leaving me blind.
Smiling and leaving me blind.
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There are more, but I'll leave you at that. keep in mind, I'm 14 years old, I'm not a professional, so please don't go all "jeez why isn't this like this?" i just want opinions. thank you :] 
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