As you grow up, Alice does too...

Here's a song that a wrote about a friend, who - despite the theme the song eludes to - I do love.
She's the inspiration; not the words.
The idea; not the person

She's looking out for number one
searching, trying to have some fun.
She's wearing a little black dress
and her mountainous high heels
The extra height gives so much further to fall

No logic at all, and she's falling again

Destination is unknown,
it's gonna break her soul
The floor gets harder every time
And she's falling again

Drinking more than she can take
flirting more than she would know
The subtle glances, obvious in the fading light
he takes it in, and he plays her games
He won't be there when she wakes up.

No logic at all, and she's falling again

Destination is unknown,
it's gonna break her soul (again)
And the floor gets harder every time
And she's falling again

A broken smile, she hides it away
A broken glass, she laughs it off
A broken promise, she throws it away
A broken heart, she closes it off

Her broken heart won't heal fast enough to break again
The pain she feels won't remind her, not to go
She's trying to prove it to everyone,
and more so to herself, that she's fine.

The Rise

Reaching out to hold you up
a hundred random hands.
people that you've never met,
people that you want to know

Lock and Key

There is a secret that I've told no one,
it's locked inside my chest.
The key I've hidden far away,
so no one can ever find it.

But if you do, I warn you now
be wary if you dare to look.
The secrets that are hidden there,
may not be what you wish to see.

So please take care, and listen to me;
you'd be better off to never know.
I'm begging you to take my advice
and never search for the key.

Slidding down the Slippery Dip!

So I was at work today watching the kids play. They're definitely some of biggest forms of inspiration, their imaginations are just sooo HUGE!!



He stands alone, and yet completely unafraid.
He plays by himself because no one else cares,
they don't see him, don't hear him, don't know him.
He doesn't exist to anyone else but me.

He walks alone, and talks to only himself.
He's smiling ever so awkwardly, no one else can see,
the secret thoughts inside his head, they're just for him.
He's not just my imagination.

He's not alone, I'll look up at him,
we'll share a glance, a cheeky grin,
For the first time I'll see him and he'll see me,
we'll see each other and know that its going to be ok.

Wanting, But Not Wanting To Know...

Now here's a boy who meets a girl
He falls in deep, head over heels in love,
it should be simple, it should be easy
but problem is the girl doesn't love him back...