Wish For A Better LifeYou talk for hoursAbout pointless drollAbout someone's new boyfriendAnd that new shopping mallYou think about booksYou hold them with prideYou think about charactersWishing you had their lives.You listen to musicTo drown out the sorrowYou sit there and wishFor a better tomorrowYou love to travelBut never find what you needNot a place in the worldYou feel you'd succeedYou'll never have rootsAnd you'll never know whyUntil you finally knowYou would never have a tieYou were hurt when you were youngYou were hurt then real badAnd you don't know what's wrongDon't know why you're madSo you just keep movingTo place after palaceKeeping an arm's lengthBetween anyone's baseYou don't think you want homeYou don't think you want fameYou just want to be leftLeft out in the rain
Tell meTell me you care.Tell me I matter.Tell me I'm a good friend.Tell me I'm accepted.Please tell me you care.Tell me someone cares.It's all I long to hear. But,It's not what I need.Please tell me I matter.It's what I want to hearBut it's not what I need, no,It's not what I needTell me I'm a good friend.It would be nice to hear.It is my goal. But,It's not what I need.Tell me I'm acceptedPlease tell me this.I'll never ask you for moreIt is what I need.Tell me you care.Tell me I matter.Tell me I'm a good friend.Tell me I'm accepted.Tell me,Because I will never ask.
It's NOT a Fashion StatementIt's not a fashion statement,The black, the long sleeves, the glovesI don't want to get noticedI want to blend into the backgroundJust a spot in the darknessIt's not a fashion statementThe black, the long sleeves, the glovesThey cover the scares,They hide the painWith sleeves I'm not judged for past sins and weaknessIt's not a fashion statementThe black, the long sleeves, the glovesIt's a way to hide the bruisesThe blood that slides between my fingersThe cuts reopened against the bricksIt's not a fashion statementThe black, the long sleeves, the glovesCan't you see that?Can't you understand?Even if it's just this once.It's not a fashion statementThe black, the long sleeves, the glovesIt's a deathwish.
A School EncounterThe blonde sneered at me as I cleaned out my locker. It was the third time she'd looked at me today and I knew without even thinking she was going to say something soon. She had nearly every day since school started. I zipped up my backpack, closed my locker and replaced the lock."You're in my way again," she said. As I straightened my fists clenched, one at my side and one holding up my bag on my shoulder. There was plenty of room around me but I knew that wasn't what she cared about. "Hello! God you're slow." She pushed me into the wall of lockers and nearly caused me to lose my balance. I had to drop my bag to keep from falling over, and it opened and let my books and papers scatter across the floor. She looked back laughing. "Freak." I looked down not able to look her in the eyes.When she left I was very suddenly alone. After gathering my stuff, I walked towards the exit pausing at the cracked stucco wall. I started at it for nearly a minute before I struck my fist upon it, hard.
The Mage Born Child"Adiline Hawke!" Anders stormed into the study. "What is the meaning of this?" He thrust out a book and Hawke glanced at the cover."Well is says 'Twixt night and morn' so I assume it means sometime between nighttime and morning." She turned back to her papers and resumed her scribbling."Not that, this." He opened the volume to a page that didn't quite fit. It read 'Though mages have been free since the third year from the mate riots of Kirkwall, they are far from accepted. This must be changed so we can live in a tolerant world that
'"I've been looking for that page!" She snatched the paper and shuffled the others around a bit before finally placing it behind other of the numerous yellowing sheets. And then she went back to writing."Ady, sweetheart," Anders knelt dwon to see his wifes face scrunched up in concentration, "you need to get yourself some fresh air. Think of the baby."Adiline's hand slipped absently to her stomach, her face softening momentarily. But th