AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (18) Autumn Winchester (Poetry) Just lyrics for my band, that's all. [156 words] Between Your Smiles And My Regrets (Songs) - [193 words] Broken Beat (Poetry) A pointless poem, but I like it. [195 words] Damn, That Kid's Got Style (Songs) - [181 words] Endless (Songs) - [130 words] Fourteenth (Songs) - [109 words] Hit And Miss (Poetry) I really have no influences for my writing other than music. Being a fan and creator of it and making it myself. For this poem. I had no major influences. [117 words] Houston's City Limits (Songs) This is almost a drift from "Damn, That Kid's Got Style". Almost. [164 words] Like Intertwined Vines On A Post Gothic House (Songs) A song with a wierd, wierd title. [145 words] Linen And Silk (Poetry) It's a random poem...I guess. [79 words] Okay, So This Time I Was Wrong (Songs) Just a song, is all. [140 words] Runways And A New Way Away From Here (Poetry) - [162 words] Staring Hard At That Empty Bottle And Coming Up With A Better Idea (Songs) I do realize the long title...but I like it, I think it fits the piece...plus, I'm in this rut where everything has to lave long names. Almost like all those hollywood movies back in '04, eh? Anyways,... [185 words] The Bleeding Rose (Songs) Lack of sleep and Hoobastank inspired this piece. [205 words] The Dance (Poetry) I was influenced by this after reading Descartes. His views really did spring something up in me...so here goes. [146 words] The Greatest Theme (Poetry) - [190 words] There's Still An Angel Left In You (Songs) newest piece for my band, A Cry For Medic. [174 words] What's There To Kill? (Songs) Heh. Life is a large influence on this song. Being a teenager is the best and the worst. [176 words] [Teenage]
Getting Somewhere Tim D Ryan
Getting Somewhere.
My conscience finally feels like I'm getting somewhere,
away from here.
My conscience, finally feels free.
My conscience finally feels like I'm getting somewhere,
away from you.
I'm heartless, and I don't deserve this,
no more than you.
This used to be the favorite song, we danced to every night.
This used to be, the happy (happy) lullaby (lullaby).
And we'll whisper to each other, the maddening nothing,
and I'll feel clean...
My conscience finally feels like I'm getting somewhere,
away from here.
My conscience, finally feels free.
My conscience finally feels like I'm getting somewhere,
away from you.
I'm heartless, and I don't deserve this,
no more than you, no more than you...no more than.
We walked so passively, we used to live so happily.
(To the rhythm of our heartbeat)
I thought I lived for you, I thought I loved you.
Thought I lived for you, thought I loved you
thought I loved you, thought I lived for this!
My conscience finally feels like I'm getting somewhere,
away from here.
My conscience, finally feels free.
My conscience finally feels like I'm getting somewhere,
away from you.
I'm heartless, and I don't deserve this,
no more than you.
My conscience finally feels like I'm getting somewhere,
away from here.
My conscience, finally feels free.
My conscience finally feels like I'm getting somewhere,
away from you.
I'm heartless, and I don't deserve this,
no more than you.
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