Post by Billy Potter on Dec 25, 2007 16:35:01 GMT -5
He wears his heart
safety pinned to his backpack
His backpack is all that he knows
Shot down by strangers
whose glances can cripple
the heart and devour the soul
safety pinned to his backpack
His backpack is all that he knows
Shot down by strangers
whose glances can cripple
the heart and devour the soul
William walked into the forest, Calling out to people to see if they were there. He was lucky;he was alone. Of course he had his guitar and strap on amplifier, It was resting on his stud belt. The finger tips of his right hand ran down the six strings, Making a beautiful middle toned sound. He sighed slightly, His Fender strat began having a goth;dark tone to it. He played then began singing one of his favorite songs ' Cartoon Heros ' by Aqua. So what if they were an upbeat techno pop band;William could still listen to them. He just didn't like anyone knowing it. :]
All alone he turns to stone
while holding his breath half to death
Terrified of whats inside
to save his life he crawls
like a worm from a bird
crawls like a worm from a bird
while holding his breath half to death
Terrified of whats inside
to save his life he crawls
like a worm from a bird
crawls like a worm from a bird
Turning cute little pop songs into hardcore rock songs was pretty fun to William. He began singing the song in a goth tone;he was still playing his guitar.
We are what we're supposed to be
Illusions of your fantasy
All dots and lines that speak and say
What we do is what you wish to do
We are the color symphony
We do the things you wanna see
Frame by frame, to the extreme
Our friends are so unreasonable
They do the unpredictable
All dots lines that speak and say
What we do is what you wish to do
