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The Music Is A Lullaby That's Threatening Forever
By Caydenn_x

 


Author's Note: The lyrics in this story are mine. I'm almost scared to share them. They are personal, but I have a feeling you guys will go easy on me. It's the first time I've ever shown anybody, that being a bunch of strangers (well some acquaintances). I'd really appreciate feedback on both the lyrics and the story. Thank you. :)

I don't own any famous people in this story. Although, I can certainly pretend I do, can't I? No, I do NOT have a mop with a picture of Brendon Urie on it! And, of course I don't have a Swiffer WetJet with Ryan on it! You're crazy…

Troubled teens

Uttered words

What have we gotten ourselves into?

Thinking that's the only way out

Is it?

Would you miss me?

I sat on the park bench watching all the little children running around screaming and laughing. There were scattered groups of teens sitting and talking, doing drugs, or just sitting there. There was this particular group of two girls, just sitting there, iPod headphones plastered in there ears. I could almost hear the melancholy music echoing throughout their eardrums. If they hadn't been so close, I'd assume they weren't even together. Is this what society's reduced to? Troubled teens? An uttered `I'm fine' and that's all? They don't look fine. Do they think that suicide is a way out? Do you think so? Would you miss me?

I'm tired of people saying they understand

Do they know what it's like,

To feel lonely in a crowded room?

Have they ever had continuous scars?

It's supposed to hurt, right?

I know how they feel. I've been asked those three words far too many times, making them repetitive and almost clich?. `Are you okay?' they ask, like they care. Do they care? Do they understand? Do they even know what it's like when you don't feel like you belong? As I sit here, people all around me, I'm lonely. Even if there are friends in the room. I'm still always lonely. Have they ever had so many scars, physical and mental, that they couldn't count? Are they still supposed to hurt?

Pain is numb to me now almost

I've gone through so much

Yet there's always someone with more

So why are we all so selfish?

Can different people take different amounts?

Now, it's almost like I can't feel the pain. It's getting old and repetitive, just like those three words. I feel I've gone through so much, almost too much, but there's always someone who's gone through more. Why does everyone assume no one has it as bad as them? Is it because of our personal limits of pain? Do we all have an internal meter and everyone's can fill up different amounts?

I'm tired of people saying they understand

Do they know what it's like,

To feel lonely in a crowded room?

Have they ever had continuous scars?

It's supposed to hurt, right?

When I say I'm fine

Do you believe me?

What about when I smile

Do you believe me then?

Well, I'm tired of people assuming they understand. They haven't gone through it, most likely, so why did they say it? It was words of sympathy, what else were you supposed to say? I'm sorry? You didn't do anything to the person, it's not your position to be sorry. Always asking `Are you okay?'. Well, I lie. I say I'm fine, do you realize it? Do you catch the lie? Do you know the truth? What about when I smile? Do you believe I'm okay then?

As you turn the volume up

On the music you love so much

You tune out

The pain you hate so much

It's temporary

Are you addicted?

I watched as the girls made a circle with their thumb on their iPod. I assumed they were turning the volume up on their beloved music. Maybe tuning out the pain? I turned mine up as well, music flooding to my ears. The singer's voice so full of pain and misery and understanding. He knew what I was going through. He went through it too. Is this an addiction if you cannot stop? Turning up the volume so you can tune out the world, the pain?

As you sit there crying

Knowing the lyrics are so true

Do you ever wonder

If there's a safe way out?

I continued watching the two girls. A tear slid down one's cheek and she wiped it away with her thin black hoodie. As I watched this, a tear slid down mine, too. My mind wandered to the idea of just ending it all. Is this what was going through the girls' minds? How many people were thinking this thought right now? In five minutes? How about ever? Everyone? Almost everyone? An eighth of the world's population? I shook my head. Was it the safe way out, or was there another?

I'm tired of people saying they understand

Do they know what it's like,

To feel lonely in a crowded room?

Have they ever had continuous scars?

It's supposed to hurt, right?

I'm so tired of people saying they understand. Do they really? One of these days, this pain might be the end of me. Until then, I'll just have to go on living, trying to break through. Until then, I'll have to suck it up and deal for lack of better words.

I turned off the iPod and stuffed it into the pocket of my grey hoodie. It was getting chilly and the sun was setting. I better not be home late if my dad was drunk, it'd only make things worse. I love him, and I'll continue to stand by him for however long it takes. I want and need him better. I won't leave him and this world. That'd only make me a coward.

As for you, admitting my feelings can wait another day, my dear Brendon Boyd Urie. I would hate to mess up your life just by those other three clich? words. I love you. It's used far too much, but not enough. To some, do the words even have a meaning anymore?

I'm tired of people saying they understand

Do they know what it's like,

To feel lonely in a crowded room?

Have they ever had continuous scars?

It's supposed to hurt, right?

Do they know what it's like?

Have they ever had continuous scars?

It's supposed to hurt, right?

 

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