Category Archives: About Lyrics

I Have To Believe It

I’ve Had This Dream is basically exactly what it sounds like. Ever since I was little, I’ve had this dream where I become a singer.

I’ve always written lyrics but I never thought for a second anything would come of it. Now I determined to get my lyrics out there, I’ve decided to create opportunities for myself, To give myself the chance of making a living writing songs, or playing for a crowd of people.

I was always too afraid to pursue this dream, but recently have decided, why not? Even if I don’t end up where I want, going after the thing I want the most, can only mean I’ll end where I’m supposed to be.

I believe everything happens for a reason, even if it isn’t want you think. I believe that I’ve had this dream for a reason. Even if I don’t end up writing songs for a living, or up on stage performing, an opportunity will arise along the way, that’ll be where I’m supposed to be. I have to believe it.

Love
Roxanne

Perfect Mess

I don’t really know what the idea behind I Love You Anyway came from. I was just sitting at work and thought it would be cool to have a girl say all the reasons she should hate her boyfriend, but she loves him in spite of all that. Then when I was writing it, these lyrics came out. I started writing it more sarcastic, like, I guess I could still love you even though you’re perfect, but then I realised these are some of the reasons I won’t date a guy.

If a guy holds the door open for me, I think he thinks I can’t do it myself and that annoys me. But at the same I like it when guys open doors for girls.

If a guy can’t stand his ground in a fight, it’s like he’s weak, but I like to win arguments.

If a guy looks scruffy, then it like he’s dirty, but if he takes pride in the way he looks, then he’s a tool.

I don’t know if anyone else has these thoughts running through their head when they meet a guy, but they are probably the reason I’m still single. That and I’m like super busy.

But if you know of a guy who’s like a perfect mess, I could maybe find the time.

Jokes.

I’m busy.

Love
Roxanne

You Are Not Alone

Ok so I wrote The Edge only recently and I thought it was important to share. Those words are from my own head. They are my own thoughts. Although I haven’t cut myself, I have imagined it. There are days where I don’t want to fight anymore, where I’m not satisfied with just standing on the metaphorical edge of life, where I feel like I want to just step off. I fight it, but each day it’s getting harder.

I used to fight it on my own, but recently I told my mother I think I might have depression. In my family, it’s not really a surprise. Depression and/or anxiety issues seem to run in the family. At least now someone knows. They can help me, lend me support if I need it. Of course you guys know as well and I think it helps talking to you about it.

I’m not really a therapy person. I wouldn’t know where to start or what to say. Here, I’m just telling you my thoughts on lyrics I’d written and where the idea came from. Where the idea came from for these lyrics, was me. It’s me. My inner thoughts and feelings that I don’t/can’t share.

I’m at a point where I no longer fear the day I can no longer fight. But I still do and if you have any of the same thoughts and feelings I’ve expressed in The Edge or here, than I would ask you to fight too. We can both get through this.

You are not alone. I’m here. I’m here for you, if you need me. All you have to do is ask.

Love
Roxanne

Based On My friend’s Boyfriend

I wrote Our Song kind of based off my friends boyfriend. I exaggerated him a little to make it funny, but not that much.

He does get mad when she doesn’t say I love you back. He does get mad when she makes plans with us, when we’re just having a girls night. He has started planning their future together, acting like they’re already married. I mean yes they’ve been together for a while, but things can change, they could break up.

It sounds like I don’t like the guy, but he’s also one of my friends. It’s just that sometimes he annoys me. It’s also not that I want them to break up, I just think he needs to tone down the possessiveness a little, or a lot. I don’t know how she handles him sometimes. I know if I was dating him, I would have broken up with years ago.

The point of these lyrics was not to tell you to break up with any guy (or girl) whose possessive over you. Usually it just means they love you. Talk to them. Tell them what bothers you. Then if they still do it and you can’t live with it, maybe you don’t really belong together.

That’s just my opinion. I don’t know what your relationships are like, but I just want you to be happy.

Love
Roxanne

A Classic Love Story

I love horror films. All American Psycho is kind of like my own miniature version of a horror movie. Girl meets boy. Girl falls for boy. Boy pretends to be good, hides his true nature. Girl believes boy, until he can’t hide it anymore. Boy kills girl. Classic love story, don’t you think?

This kind of thing hasn’t ever happened to me, I mean obviously since I’m not dead, but it does happen. It’s tragic really, all these girls (or boys) did was fall for the wrong person. Their only fault is being too trusting.

I write about what interests me and because of that, a lot of the time what I write is dark. It’s lyrics like these that I can picture a film clip to go with it. Good looking guy, naive looking girl. The ending, where he kills her, would have to be set at night time. Because apparently, in movie land, no one get killed during the day.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.

Love
Roxanne

The Price Is Your Soul

I’ve always had a thing for the supernatural. I don’t believe in it of course, but I’ve always thought it made for an interesting story.

Crossroad is about a demon that makes deals with people, gives them things that they desire, for a price. Just your soul. Without a soul a person is supposed to go to hell. If you believe in it.

The character in my little lyrical story makes a deal, for what isn’t important because the price was her soul and nothing is worth an eternity in hell. They made the deal ten years ago and that’s how long they had to enjoy their end of the deal before the demon came to collect.

This person tries to fight it but in the end they get dragged to hell. So it has a happy ending. *Sarcasm*

Moral of the story kids, no material object is worth an eternity in hell.

Although, if you made the deal to keep someone from dying, then you’ll probably think it’s worth it…

Love
Roxanne

Obsession

Endless Love is about a stalker killing their obsession and then killing themselves so they could be together forever.

I wrote it non gender specific so that each reader could identify and imagine themselves being the stalker. We all become obsessed about things from time to time so I feel like we are all capable of doing awful things because of our obsession.

Obsessions are kind of like addictions. Drug addicts become obsessed with getting their next fix. The stalker was addicted to its prey and could only think about trying to find a way for them to be together.

My obsession is perfection. I know I’m imperfect, but I can’t let anyone else know. Well, anyone except you reading this. But that’s just between you and me ok. Don’t tell anyone.

Love
Roxanne

How My Parents Got Together

The Messenger was written based on the story of how my parents got together. My dad was dating this girl and my mum had a thing for him. Then she found this girl was cheating on him. I wrote that she tells my dad about his girlfriend cheating on him because that was how I remembered the story. Apparently I was mistaken and my mum didn’t tell my dad. She was just there to pick up the pieces. I like this story better. It has more tension, more drama. Although they both end the same, with my parents married with three kids.

So that’s the story of how my parents got together.

Wait… I forgot to mention that my dad’s ex was my mum’s friend. I guess that’s why she didn’t mention the cheating thing.

Anyway…

Love
Roxanne

Love Yourself First

Just Being Me is about how sometimes in life, people pretend to be who they aren’t because they think that more people will like them that way. But the realest, bestest friends you will ever have are those you get by being yourself. People respond better to those who are comfortable in their own skin, so rather than trying to get everyone to like you, you should try liking yourself first.

But if it helps, I think you’re great!!

Love
Roxanne

Ripped Away

Every Breath is about a guy who was face to face with a man with a gun. The lyrics go on to say that he escapes and decides to live his life better. To settle down, get married and have kids or to travel the world. He wasn’t going to live the same as it was before. He wanted to live his life like it was one worth living. But then, in the end he didn’t survive his meeting with the man with the gun. The life and the choices he could have made, was ripped away from him with one unfortunate encounter with this gunman.

This one was also written after the situation I wrote about in I’m Still There which is  about It’s All Quiet Now. It makes reference to one of the hostages experience but it’s not directly about them. The people who died in this situation had their lives taken from them. They had all these things going for them and the things they might have achieved after all this, might have been great. Those who survived now have the chance to choose to use this unfortunate tragedy as motivation, make them start truly living, because they must have lived for a reason.

This thing that happened to me, though not directly, has been on my mind a lot lately because I’ve just started back at work for the year and I have to see the site every day. I still have people asking me about that day and people taking photos outside my work everyday. Writing about it has helped organise my thoughts and feelings. So if you ever have anything that you can’t deal with you should try writing about it. Even if you can’t write lyrics or poems, just writing about what happened or how you feel about it might help you.

If you feel like you have no one to talk to, although I’m sure you do, you can talk to me. I may not have been through what you have but I’ll always listen.

Love
Roxanne