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This Was Real Life

I wrote I Am Not Ok because a while ago, I went through something and people still ask questions about it. Like in-depth questions and I just don’t want to talk about it. I mean I’ll give a brief over view of the event but when it comes to the why’s and the how’s, those type of things take me back to that day.

I’m not traumatised by it, at least I don’t think I am, but I don’t want to have to relive it just because some people get a thrill out of hearing drama.

This was not a movie or a TV show. This was real life, it happened to me and some other people and we deserve the right to move on and live our lives without that being the most interesting thing about us.

If you find out something happened to someone you know, please wait for them to bring it up. Even if it was months ago, or years, they may not feel like answering your invasive questions.

I’m sorry if this sounds harsh, I’m just really annoyed at a select few people who wanted detailed play by plays of what went down. One was while I was getting my blood pressure tested. Do you know how hard it is to try and keep your heart rate down while talking about a pretty stressful day?

Love
Roxanne

Slow Down Your Soul’s March

Isolated all started with the chorus. Sometimes I’ll get this chorus that I think sounds awesome but then I’ll have no idea what it’s really about. Then I’ll have to spend time thinking over the chorus asking myself “What does this mean?” That’s how these lyrics worked, although it seemed pretty obvious where it was going this time.

It’s about how sometimes life just sucks. Bad things happen all the time and it can really get you down. Kinda makes you wonder what the point is, why go through all this crap just to have to go through more crap tomorrow?

If you can’t find that special thing that makes life feel like it’s worth living then you might be tempted to give up, particularly, if you feel like you’re all alone in this world. Luckily, I’ve got some things to get me through each day, that help me look towards the future and not hate it. Not dread it.

If you haven’t found you special something, then maybe you’re looking in the wrong place. As your soul marches towards its death, take a few detours. Stop and smell the flowers or try a change in scenery. Do what you can to slow down your souls march.

Love
Roxanne

We Are All Crazy

Lies is about not knowing when you’re going crazy or not or trying to fight it when you think you are. Like when you day-dream so much that sometimes you forget which things actually happened and which you made up. Or when you have an argument with yourself in your mind but you accidentally respond out loud.

We all have a little bit of crazy in us but the goal is to not let the crazy win. To stay in touch with reality and remember that the voice you’re arguing against is just your own self-doubt. You should probably just turn that voice to shut up, because it’s usually wrong.

Love
Roxanne

What To Do Next

Box of Feelings was written on a train to an over night bus to Zagreb, Croatia. I was nearing the end of my Europe trip and thinking about what to do next. This was my second Europe trip and other than the fact that I’ve seen more countries than I had last year, I’m in the exact same place that I was.

I have a plan, but it’s too long-term. It’s not something I can achieve any time soon and in order to survive until then I need a short-term plan. I didn’t have the long-term plan when I came back from my trip last year, so I suppose something is different from last year.

My long-term plan is to write songs and sell them, either with someone else’s name on it and with my own. That had been my dream that I kept a secret, even from myself, for years, and even though it’s still the plan I feel like I’m putting it on the back burner. I feel like I’m starting to hide from it again. Like I’m afraid to fail again and it’s keeping that dream on a leash.

That’s what these lyrics are about. With no real plan in sight I wasn’t looking forward to coming home to the dreams I was running from.

But now I have a short-term plan and thinking more about my long-term plan. I just hope it works out.

Love
Roxanne

Traveling With My Friends

Castles was written while I was sitting in the back of a car, my two friends in the front, driving from one side of Ireland to the other. It was a long drive and I get bored easily. There’s only so much to see on a motorway.

I’ve known these girls for ten years, from back when we started high school and this is our second Europe trip together. They say it takes seven years to build a solid friendship but I think that if you can spend four weeks traveling across a continent with only each other to really talk too, and by the end you’re still friends, you’ll be friends for life.

Unless one of you has like a serious change in personality and does something really horrible to another one of you, then maybe things won’t last so long, but like what are the odds?

As we were driving along, we’d go through these small towns and see castles and old houses surrounded by much newer houses and I just thought how cool it looked. But also that it was kinda like me and my friends. The old next to the new, it seems like one should be out of place but they work together.

My friends and I are so different. We don’t even look like we’d be friends. When you see groups of girls walking in the shops, they all dress the same. We have completely different tastes in clothes and guys and even food. But somehow we work. And I think it’s our differences that’ll ensure that our friendship, like the castles, will stand the test of time.

Trust me when I say, there’s no way we’d ever get bored with one another. That’s how I know that one day in the distant future we’ll be sitting in some bar somewhere in the world, maybe with our families, maybe we left them at home. We’ll be talking about our days traveling and what we were like in our youth, before life became serious, and it’ll be just like how it is now. We’ll make jokes no one else gets and laugh too loud at things others don’t find funny.

Cause we’re the three best friends. *said in a sing-song voice*

You won’t get that. But they will.

Love
Roxanne

A Psychotic Girl

Wilhelm Scream took me weeks to write. Usually I can complete a set of lyrics in a day or two if I’m motivated enough (I do wonder if they sound like they’ve been rushed) but these lyrics took me so long because I came out with this chorus and a melody to go with it but I had no idea what the lyrics were supposed to mean.

I usually come up with an idea first then start writing with a line or two as the inspiration but with Wilhelm Scream, I had these lines and I didn’t know exactly what they meant but they were catchy. It took me a while to figure out exactly what I wanted them to say.

But in the end I decided to make it about a girl who can sometimes be really sweet to a guy but then sometimes be a total bitch. Not like girls normally are (hey I’m a girl too, so no offence intended) with their mood swings but more on the psychotic side. Yet this guy sticks around because for some reason he craves the crazy side of her too. He’s so caught up in her drama that he doesn’t realise it’s unhealthy for him.

So in a way they are equal parts perfect for each other and wrong for each other.

Love
Roxanne

P.S. Sorry I haven’t been writing much. I haven’t been that motivated but I’m getting some of that back.

Totally Gross

Skin Crawl was written about how there’s this older guy at my work (much older, and quite married), who has a fondness for younger women.

It’s quite creepy and I don’t appreciate it, but like a lot of things, I felt better after writing about it. There’s no like touching or anything, and nothing has been said that’s too inappropriate but still…

It’s mostly exaggerated anyway. I have an active imagination and when I get bored at work (which is always) my brain kind of goes off on a worst case scenario tangent. So he made a comment about something and I made it seem worse than it was for dramatic effect.

I mean he’s still creepy, but has yet to do anything that would be grounds for sexual harassment. Thank God!! He’s totally gross.

Love
Roxanne

Child Like Themes

Simon Says is about a girl who was lured in by a man and taken advantage of. She saw him as happy and friendly and she wanted that too.

Despite the childlike themes, it’s not age specific. Its meant to show her as being innocent, naive. Even the way I explained it in the above paragraph, she’s a girl, not a matured women. He is a man, who is mature and knows what he is doing.

That being said, she could also be a child. I didn’t want to specify that, but lead you to read the lyrics as you interpret them.

She was just an innocent girl who trusted this man, looked to him for guidance, and he betrayed that trust in the worst way. I can imagine being the type of person who would do that, but it happens. Hopefully not to any of you. Or to anyone else.

Love
Roxanne

Wasted Life

Eighteen as you might have guessed, if you read it, was written about my life at the age of 18. I had just finished school and was supposed to be deciding what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Of course, since the only thing I’d ever really wanted to do was write songs and perform them but I thought that particular profession was way out of my reach, so I had nothing.

Apparently, me without plans is not a good combination. I sat on the couch all day while my friends had work or university, just waiting until they were done for the day. Or, more importantly, waiting for Friday night so we could go out, despite my lack of funds, and get completely wasted.

I’m serious. One time, we went out and I only had $5 on me. I got the most drunk I had ever been and had MacDonald’s as an after drinking snack. I still came home with my $5.

That may sound like I’m bragging, but I’m not. I woke up the next morning so sick, I was throwing up all day. I also managed to make out with my friends older brother and break one of my favourite shoes.

The worst thing about that night, though, was that I ditched one of my other friends to go out drinking. She didn’t speak to me for like a week afterwards. My need to go out and prove that I had something going on in my life nearly cost me a friend, and maybe my liver.

But I didn’t stop there. I continued going off and getting drunk almost every week. And subsequently spending almost every Saturday lying very still and trying not to throw up. One time I think I even had alcohol poisoning. My sister found me outside, on my back and thought I was dead.

This continued even after I golf a job, because I knew it wasn’t what I wanted to do. The only thing I wanted to do, I thought it was a fantasy and I could not think of a single other thing that I wanted, so those Friday nights were all I had to look forward to every week.

How sad is that? I refused to try for what I wanted and wasted years of my life being bored and wasted.

Love
Roxanne

Healthy vs Thin

Normal was written a few years ago when, I was a young teenager, and peer pressure was at its peak. It’s about eating disorders. I didn’t suffer from one per se but I did feel the need to be thinner, so I restricted my food intake. Not enough to miss meals, except breakfast, because I knew people would notice if I did that, but I didn’t snack.

Although, I did try to think up ways that I could skip a meal. To which, thankfully, I had no success. And I never could stick my fingers down my throat to lose weight that way.

In the lyrics I wrote, it started out like the person was a drug addict and people wanted them to go to a rehab. You think they’re trying to fix themselves. But then you realise that it’s an eating disorder addiction they think they are trying to get better by losing weight. That losing weight is getting better.

It’s not my best work, but I like the meaning behind it. There’s a difference between healthy and thin.

Love
Roxanne