I Would Tell You Goodbye (I Would Never Get Away)

I would tell you goodbye,

But then I'd never get away.

If I told you not to miss me

I would never get away.

I think you'd realize

That I mean it this time;

I am never coming back, my friend.

I think you'd realize

That I mean it this time;

You will never see me again.

Don't tell me not to leave,

Don't try to make me stay;

I would tell you goodbye,

But then I'd never get away.

Don't try to hold me back,

Don't beg me not to go;

We've all got our place,

And mine is alone.

I would tell you goodbye,

But then I'd never get away.

If I told you not to cry

I could never go away.

Crocodilin'

( I do not own the picture in this post. If it belongs to you and you would like me to remove it, please let me know, and I will do so. Thank you! )

I just haven' got the time to

Stand around listening to ou

Tell me how stupid you think I am.

I think I hate myself enough

Already for the both of us,

But I wouldn't expect you to understand.

REFRAIN:

Yet somehow after all your griping,

All your angry letter typing,

You come around crocodile-smiling,

Thinking I'm still gonna be your friend.

If you hate me, go away;

No one's going to make you stay.

Don't let the door bite you one the way out.

Just take your insults with you, dear;

There is no one who wants them here.

Finally you are the one who gets to doubt.

REFRAIN

You said nothing that I do

Would ever be enough for you.

I agree; it's time I stopped trying.

Well, I'm sorry if I sound rude;

It's just something I learned from you.

You could learn something from me 'bout crying.

REFRAIN

Welcome Back To Summer

Welcome back to Summer, friends!

So now what will you do?

Can you hear your favorite books?

I think they're calling you!

The library is open,

So take a look inside;

You'll find The Secret Garden,

And other books besides!

Will you read a novel,

Long into the night?

Or maybe you like fairy tales

About dragons fighting knights?

Welcome back to Summer, friends!

The choice is up to you;

Will you read The Maze Runner,

Or The Twenty-One Balloons?

Spoof on "Mary Had A Little Lamb"

Maggie Had A Little Jon

Maggie had a little Jon,

Little Jon,

Little Jon,

Maggie had a little Jon,

His hair was black as coal.

And everywhere that Maggie went,

Maggie went,

Maggie went,

And everywhere that Maggie went

Her Jon was sure to go.

He followed her to Emmaus,

Emmaus,

Emmaus,

He followed her to Emmaus.

Which we all thought was cool.

It made the teens to laugh and tease,

Laugh and tease,

Laugh and tease,

It made the teens to laugh and tease

To see the lovers two.

Letter To My God-Daughter

Cecilia, I look at you,

At the precious smile you hand to me,

And as I kiss your rosy cheek,

I wonder who you'll grow up to be.

I'm happy that you're smiling now,

Wrapped safely in my arms,

For who knows what pain is in your future,

What sadness and what harm?

My dearest, sweet Cecilia,

Everyone has days of pain,

And it gives me one just thinking of

Your tears falling like rain.

I'm so grateful you know Jesus,

Your Savior and yourKing,

And when your days of sadness come,

I pray you'll open your hymnal and sing,

Or that you'll call your God-Mother

To come and sit with you,

And fold your hands within her own,

To talk to God as Christians do.

There's so much that I could tell you,

If I knew just what to say,

But the lines between now and tomorrow

Get in my mouth's way.

So for right now, my Cecilia,

Just let me hold you near,

And try not to worry about days to be,

But the day that is already here.

Cecilia, each night I pray

God grant you faith and peace,

Health and friends and happiness,

And everything you need.

So when you are all grown up,

And maybe far away,

I hope that you will think of me,

And it will brighten up your day.

Search For A Place Called Home

I can't believe this;

I know you're leaving.

Don't you know

I was just healing?

I'm not even gonna say hello.

Don't say you know,

Because I'm hurting more than you,

But don't you worry,

I promised I'd take care of myself.

Just don't blow the stars

Out like bubbles;

Can't you see my heart's in trouble?

They're lighting my way

On my search for a place to call home.

I know you're gonna leave,

So just go;

It's a swearch I have to do

On my own,

And you've already found

Yourself a home.

It's just not a place

Where I belong.

Yours is a different world,

From mine, a different song.

You think everything's fine;

The same as it used to be.

But even though you're here,

You're still gone;

Even when I'm with you,

Nobody's with me.

Excuse Me

( I'm thinking of removing the last verse... It just isn't what I had in mind...)

Excuse me,

Excuse me

If I'm not ready to give up.

'Cause we don't have to be

In love to be friends;

I don't know what this

Crazy world's thinkin'.

But I don't need to know

What they think of me;

I just need to know

If you agree.

'Cause I

Think we have somethin'

Worth saving.

Excuse me,

Excuse me

If I don't think we should say goodbye.

Let's hang on for the memories,

Honey.

'Cause we might know by now

That this isn't love,

But just look at all your other friends

And say it's not enough.*

So don't ask me not to be there

For you;

You oughta know by now

I still believe in you.

Excuse me,

Excuse me

If I still like you well enough.

Now what kinda gentle lady

Would I be,

If I gave up our friendship

'Cause you're not in love with me?

It might cut deep

When you make me smile,

But I respect the memories,

So I'll be sticking 'round awhile.

*And you'll see it's still enough?

It's Never Okay

I didn't just stop believing,

Though I know that I used to believe;

I just can't describe this strange feeling,

That's taking the strength out of me.

I think I might've done something wrong,

I just don't know what it is.

I might recall it before too long,

But it won't matter by then,

'Cause sometimes sorry comes too late,

And sometimes I'm the one to blame,

And sometimes you say it's okay,

But it's never okay.

It's never okay.

Never Left Square One

I'm turning out the lights;

You misunderstood me again.

I don't wanna fight;

Better not to say a thing.

So you keep messaging me,

But you're just wearing me out;
I've tried so hard for so long,
But now I'm starting to doubt.
Every time you smile,
It's followed by a shout;
Every dime we earn
Is more debt in our account,*
And it seems like
We never left square one.

Is this really love
If I'm just avoiding you?
Is it just an act;
Is it just a game to you?
I kinda feel like
Nothing you say is true,
'Cause we don't really make up,
You just make an excuse.
Why is every hug
Followed by the boot?
And why is every laugh
Suspicious to you?
Sometimes I think
We never left square one.

 * I don't really like these lines, but I couldn't think of another rhyme... :P

Keep It To Yourself (With a lenghthy but worthwhile introduction)

 Dear celebrities who are in danger of heading down the wrong path... I wrote this for you. Because you don't need alcohol, drugs, sleazy clothes, sex - name your poison -to be... amazing. You won't find yourself by acting like every other celebrity who's ever... well, pretty much every other celebrity ever. You won't find yourself at the bottom of a bottle, or the end of a smoke. You won't find yourself in someone else. Whoever you were before you got famous is who you really are. I understand that the press of crowds who both love you and hate you can push you almost to breaking point, but you don't have to break. There are better ways to deal with it. Hobbies. Charity. Friendship. 

 The people who try to please the secular crowd are not the ones girls like me look up to. They're not the ones we consider role models. So if you want to be a role model, if you want to be looked up to, if you want to be loved... please, just... think twice, okay? 

  And PS, you won't get your "lost childhood" back by breaking the law or taking full advantage of the fact that your twenty-one. Actually, I don't understand that; that's about as backward as it gets. If you feel like you missed out on your childhood, do the things you would have gotten to do; you can still read children's literature, you can still watch Disney movies, you can still ride your bike, you can still swing, you can still play Barbies or action figures... You don't need hallucinogens to pretend you're a child. And unlike alcohol and drugs, watching Disney movies etc. etc. won't hurt you or anyone else.

 +Emma Watson , I don't know if you'll read this post or care, but you're the real reason I'm writing this. There's a quote from you on Goodreads, BTW: “I find the whole concept of being ‘sexy’ embarrassing and confusing. If I do an interview with photographs people desperately want to change me - dye my hair blonder, pluck my eyebrows, give me a fringe. Then there’s the choice of clothes. I know everyone wants a picture of me in a mini-skirt. But that’s not me. I feel uncomfortable. I’d never go out in a mini-skirt. It’s nothing to do with protecting the Hermione image. I wouldn’t do that. Personally, I don’t actually think it’s even that sexy. What’s sexy about saying, ‘I’m here with my boobs out and a short skirt, have a look at everything I’ve got?’ My idea of sexy is that less is more. The less you reveal the more people can wonder.”
― Emma Watson 

  You did say that, didn't you? I looked up to you, then. I thought you were amazing. In fact, I looked up to you and thought you were amazing pretty much until I read the article/interview about/with you in "Elle" and looked into the "Noah" movie you were just in. Maybe you don't care about my opinion... but I haven't given up. I'm still hoping THAT you might come back...?

  Sorry everyone... back to the song...

Well, all the young boys,

You know they wanna know

Your secret.

But you can't get it back

Once you give it away.

Sometimes you're tempted

Just toe let 'em see it,

But you know that you're gonna

Need it someday.

Oh, please, girl, don'tcha

Let them fool ya;

You know that to them

You're just another game.

I know you just want

Someone to love ya,

But trust me, girl,

Those boys don't want

The same.

So keep it to yourself,

You keep it to yourself,

Just keep it to yourself

For now, girl.

Just keep it to yourself,

You keep it to yourself,

Just keep it to yourself

For now, gir-g-g-g-g-girl.

All the pretty young things

Line up, trying to get

Your attention.

They want your autograph,

And they want your

Secret to go.

By the way they act,

Well, you might start to think

That they need ya,

But fame like yours,

Well, you know it comes

And it goes.

You want someone

To be your best friend

Forever,

But all these girls are just

Your not-so-loyal fans.

So, girl, don'tcah let them in

On your little secret;

These groupies of yours,

They could never really understand.

So keep it to yourself,

You keep it to yourself,

Just keep it to yourself

For now, girl.

Just keep it to yourself,

You keep it to yourself,

Just keep it to yourself

For now, girl.

So keep it to yourself,

Just keep it to yourself,

You keep it to yourself

For now, girl.

You keep it to yourself,

Just keep it to yourself,

You keep it to yourself

For now, gir-g-g-g-g-girl.