Monthly Archives: February 2015

Without A Heart

It’s been six months
Since I met this guy
Things had been great
But it was a lie
We used to go out
And have lots of fun
But I had to stop
It just seemed dumb
You were fun right?
I’m just curious
Why are you so
Damn serious
That’s what he said
He was furious

Everything becomes chaos

You thought I was easy
And you played me
Like a deck of cards
Just without a heart
When I played along
You left me alone
But you got colder
Cause the fun was over

That’s when he changed
Became something else
Like he had no rules
Showed his real self
Wearing a smile
He gets out his blade
And cuts me a little
Until it all fades
When I came too
I saw he had fun
I would try to leave
But I can’t run

Everything becomes chaos

You thought I was easy
And you played me
Like a deck of cards
Just without a heart
When I played along
You left me alone
But you got colder
Cause the fun was over

Weirdly enough
He let me go
For what reason
I’ll never know
But from now on
There’ll be questions
How’d you get that scar
Is no exception

You thought I was easy
And you played me
Like a deck of cards
Just without a heart
When I played along
You left me alone
But you got colder
Cause the fun was over

Before he left
He played poker
Left a calling card
It was the joker

You thought I was easy
And you played me
Like a deck of cards
Just without a heart

Everything becomes chaos

You thought I was easy
And you played me
Like a deck of cards
Just without a heart
When I played along
You left me alone
But you got colder
Cause the fun was over

Love
Roxanne

I Am The Rose

Red Rose is about how bad I am at being open and sharing myself with others. Any relationship I have will not work out until I’ve learned how to fix that.

I have my defences and I use them to keep people at arm’s length. Just like a rose. Their defence is their thorns. It’s supposed to keep things from getting too close.

I am the rose. My walls are my defences and they keep people from getting to know the real me. I’m too afraid to share anything personal, even little things.

I once had a guy ask me if I was religious and I immediately decided I didn’t want to be with this guy. Like that was too much of a personal question. I spoke with my friends about this and they didn’t see the problem. So it must be my issue.

I have shared more personal things here with you guys than I have with almost anyone else. I don’t know how it’s different but it just feels like it is. Maybe it’s because I have never met you and will probably never meet you, and you’ll probably never see me. It makes this kind of impersonal way of sharing personal things, I guess.

On here, I am dethorned (is that a word?) and I have no walls. Here, I am honest, more so than I ever remember being in real life. You get to see the real me. I hope you like her?

Love
Roxanne

Red Rose

I thought we were solid
That we we’re going strong
It was what I wanted
Sometimes it’s not enough
I’ve always struggled
With sharing the real me
And again I’ve stumbled
I thought we’d be different

Sometimes love just isn’t enough

You called me red rose
I thought you were being sweet
But you weren’t I suppose
My thorns kept pricking you
So as the saying goes
Every rose has its thorn
Only this one can’t grow

I can feel you slipping
Pulling away from me
It only seems fitting
Since I always hurt you
You asked me to share
To open up to you
But I’m beyond repair
I’m too broken inside

Sometimes love just isn’t enough

You called me red rose
I thought you were being sweet
But you weren’t I suppose
My thorns kept pricking you
So as the saying goes
Every rose has its thorn
Only this one can’t grow

I have done this before
I’ve been with somebody
And they’ve asked for more
It didn’t feel like this
I need you to hear me
I want to share with you
Things I tell nobody
But I just can’t do it

Sometimes love just isn’t enough
Every rose has it thorn
This rose will hurt you til you’re gone

I’m telling you to leave
Go find your happiness
And don’t bother to grieve
Cause you’re better off now

You called me red rose
I thought you were being sweet
But you weren’t I suppose
My thorns kept pricking you
So as the saying goes
Every rose has its thorn
Only this one can’t grow

Love
Roxanne

Don’t Be That Crazy Person On The Train

I Can Breathe Again is about going through something and the way it can affect you. Like having nightmares or panic attacks or any of the other millions of way you could be effected and you just want to get passed it all. To come out the other side and live your life again.

I went through something not too long ago and for a while I didn’t think I would ever get to that stage. But now I think I’m there and it feels good. It’s not always there in the back of my mind and I’ve been able to get on with my life.

One way to help get through something that could be considered traumatic is to talk about it. It doesn’t have to be with a therapist, but that would help too, but just with anyone. It’ll help you to process it rather just letting yourself dwell on it.

Of course, by anyone I don’t mean strangers you meet on a train. Don’t be that person. I mean someone you care about, someone who’s there to support you.

If there is one piece of advice you take from this, please let it be this. No one can tell you how you feel, and you are allowed to feel what ever it is you feel, regardless of your involvement in the traumatic event.

I feel like every time I talk about what my lyrics mean, it comes out sounding like a life lesson. I swear guys, I have fun too. I’m not just always teaching people lessons.

Love
Roxanne

I Can Breathe Again

Every night I wake
As the screaming starts
I’m just gasping for air
To slow my racing heart
I try hard to forget
So I’ll play hide and seek
With these feelings inside
I never wish to meet
I’m ok for now
But it just won’t last
These feelings I hide
They won’t stay in the past

I need a future
Where this doesn’t happen
Just waiting for the day
When I can breathe again
I just need to know
Will it ever end
I’m tired of waiting
When can I breathe again

Just below to surface
I can feel those I hide
I still wake up gasping
I’m too tired to fight
People say talking helps
So on the couch I lie
The way things are now
It couldn’t hurt to try
Hiding hadn’t worked
Neither had pretending
This is my last hope
Of this nightmare ending

I need a future
Where this doesn’t happen
Just waiting for the day
When I can breathe again
I just need to know
Will it ever end
I’m tired of waiting
When can I breathe again

Screaming, gunshots, blood everywhere
Things I can’t hide behind my blank stare
Since that day I’ve been quite scared
Maybe it’s time I started to share

I need a future
Where this doesn’t happen
Just waiting for the day
When I can breathe again
I just need to know
Will it ever end
I’m tired of waiting
When can I breathe again

Love
Roxanne

Open To Interpretation

I have no idea what Nowhere is about. I had a tooth ache when I wrote it and was on some strong pain killers, so I can only guess at what it means.

I didn’t finish writing it while on the medication, I was only 3/4 of the way through it and then had to try to get in the same mind frame to finish it. Which, I gotta say, is not easy to do without taking some equally as strong pain meds.

When I finished it, I gave it some meaning that it probably didn’t have before, because it was just the thoughts of someone who wasn’t quite all there.

I can’t tell if ‘Nowhere’ is about someone who’s high and wondering about the meaning of life, if all they do is get high then what’s really the point. Life passes them by and they are stuck in this daze.

Or if ‘Nowhere’ is about someone who died and is living between this life and the next. Their life is flashing before their eyes but they just can’t move on yet.

Anyway, however you interpret it, you can’t wrong. It’s one of those open to interpretation things.

Although if you think it’s about unicorns and puppy dogs, your probably wrong. Probably.

Love
Roxanne

P.S. I should add a disclaimer saying “Don’t Do Drugs!!”

Nowhere

The world keeps spinning
But I’m not really here
There’s a fog around me
It doesn’t seem to clear
Some distant memories
Are clouding my mind
Of a time I can’t place
Of a place to unwind
I’m trying to focus
To find out what’s real
But I’m so far away
I don’t trust what I feel

I watch life go by
From behind my window
Cause I am nowhere
I’m stuck in limbo
I lie in the shadow
They walk in the sun
Cause I am nowhere
And I am no one

I stare off into space
Cause I’ve stopped blinking
Not floating in the clouds
I feel like I’m sinking
The weight on my chest
It’s pulling me down
I can feel the air
Between me and the ground
The lines are now blurred
I can’t tear them apart
Attached to the veins
That surround my empty heart

I watch life go by
From behind my window
Cause I am nowhere
I’m stuck in limbo
I lie in the shadow
They walk in the sun
Cause I am nowhere
And I am no one

What happens to the world
When you close your eyes
What happens to your soul
When your soul dies
If I’m not really here
Can I stop breathing
What happens to your body
When your heart stops beating

I watch life go by
From behind my window
Cause I am nowhere
I’m stuck in limbo
I lie in the shadow
They walk in the sun
Cause I am nowhere
And I am no one

Love
Roxanne

Realistic Zombie Love Story

I’ve mentioned before that I love horror movies, but I also love horror TV shows like The Walking Dead. Love Bite is about zombies. You might think its vampires, but it’s not. It’s zombies.

I kind of romanticised it by making the original zombie and his prey end up together. Well, as together as two dead things without feelings can be.

In the movies, people are always romanticising things that should scare us. Vampires live off human blood, but if one tries to refrain from drinking your blood, it must be meant to be. Same goes with zombies, if ones tries not to bite you, he must love you.

In my version, he chases her and she falls, because they always fall, then he bites her. She tries to hide, because she will soon be a threat to all those left alive, but he finds her. Just as he’s about to finish the job, she dies and turns into a zombie. Then, because they are both hunting for food and they both follow the same noises or smells, it’s like they are hunting together. Aaawww!!! Right, you guys. How romantic!

A realistic love story between to zombies.

Love
Roxanne

P.S I feel like I need to add that vampires don’t sparkle in the sun. They burn. *cough* Twilight *cough*

Love Bite

You’re coming closer
Walking slowly to me
I see it in your eyes
I know you want me
I start running away
Like we’re playing a game
I hope I’m hard to get
Cause you’ll eat my brain

Locked away
We thought we were safe
Now the halls are alive
With the sound of screaming
And there is no escape

Just like in the movies
I tripped over
You gave me a love bite
On my left shoulder
I pushed you away
To find a place to hide
No one is safe from me
Not since the bite

Locked away
We thought we were safe
Now the halls are alive
With the sound of screaming
And there is no escape

I feel myself changing
I’m starting to turn
I’m running a fever
Skin hot enough to burn
The door crashes open
All I can do is stare
And as the lights go out
I see you standing there

Locked away
We thought we were safe
Now the halls are alive
With the sound of screaming
And there is no escape

First he wanted my brain
As I ran for cover
Ever since that love bite
Now we hunt together

Locked away
We thought we were safe
Now the halls are alive
With the sound of screaming
And there is no escape

Love
Roxanne