Post by kat on Feb 6, 2008 23:21:35 GMT -5
You're.The.Reason. [for the teardrops on my guitar]
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"Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without
Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's so damn funny
That I can't even see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night
[Chorus:]
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause
[Repeat Chorus]
So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
He's the time taken up, but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into..
Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see."
Isla sat with her acoustic guitar acrossed her lap as she finished singing, and her guitars melody vibrating began to fade within the gentle gusts of wind that swayed the twelve inch tall grasses by the lake. Her midnight black hair drifted back from her fair skin. Her beautiful eyes scanned over the lake very carefully, awaiting to have her beaitful silence broken by someone. She looked at the reflection of the sunset filled with hues of reds and oranges on the black surface of the deep waters of the Black Lake. She loved coming to the lake more than any other place on the grounds. It was so serene and very calming even to the most evil of people in the school. She, of course, wasn't the nicest of people, but when she was caught down at the lake, she was always in a better mood toward people. The lovely fifth year Slytherin was wearing her skirt, her white shirt, her tie loosened, and her shoes and socks kicked off right by her.
She played her guitar a little more as she sat there stationary cross-legged. She blew her hair from her face as she tried to think of lyrics for a song. She had never been much for writing lyrics, but righting songs for her guitar was a different story.,The only time she could actually ever write lyrics was when she was playing random tunes she quickly came up with. She loved music, obvviously. Music was her (to her) like breathing; however it had always seemed to be a problem trying to find time alone to just write, sing, and play. Though, right now she wished she could have some sort of audience to play for.. What was the point of getting a song down if no one could enjoy hearing it? Suddenly, she looked up seeing a drop of water on her guitar, looking up, she saw a gentle rain coming. She picked up her stuff, walking a few yards to the old weeping willow tree that she enjoyed on warm days as shade.[/i][/center]