Pictures Of You Ch. 1'Go on, silly boy! Just walk to your locker. Why should you be afraid? After all, it's only school!' Jared said to himself, in his head of course, because he didn't want people to think he's mad. He had enough trouble being the outsider already. Jared stepped into the school, into a hallway in which all lockers were. His locker was in the far left, number 725, on top. He had trouble reaching his locker because he was quite small. He was happy to be small though. He hated to be seen. He'd rather just stand in a corner, observing people, making pictures of them. He had no need meeting people, they could only let him down. He had found out a long time ago.Jared put the unnecessary books in his locker -he'd pick them up later- the rest he kept in his bag. He had two bags on his back. A rather small bag, and a schoolbag. In the small bag he kept his most precious possession, his camera. His camera seemed to be his only friend, he couldn't be rejected by it. It was an old-fashioned camera,
Sad AgainOh well, it happened againI'm feeling sad and lonely all the same.I thought it would be over by nowThis depression, always feeling down.'Cause I'd found someone to loveBut no, it won't work, it has to stayDay after bloody day.I thought I could fake it, babeActing happy, smile againIt's working, I look so fine.But when it's dark and the moon is high,I will cry and look so shy.Dear Lord, why do I have to be this way?
Wasting TimeI don't want to waste time,Crying for the love I'll never have.And I don't want to die for,Someone who didn't do me good.'Cause I,I don't want to be left on my own.I will look up to the sky,And I will smile.When the others are doing,Absolutely NO goodWith their lives.Oh, dry your tears,Young fella.You must be sleepy in the day time,When you cried all night long.Don't think about the things,That you have done wrong.When all we do in a lifetime,Is find out where we belong.
On a Winters DayI'm staring out the window,On a soft and silent winters day.I'm staring out that window,That's always been between our ways.The trees have lost their leaves,Like we have lost our broken dreams.But when it's spring they will return,So, I guess we have to wait, and stay the sameThen our dreams may come back home, to us.The clouds, so high up in the sky,They pass me like you pass me by.So high up in the winter skies,Will you ever come down by my side?I'm staring out the window,Waiting for this winters day to pass.I'm killing time,On this grey day.And I'm wondering,If you might do the same?So long,SO longI haven't seen your face.But one day,ONE DAYI might see your smile againAnd then I might do the same.Bleak times,BLEAK TIMESBleak times are these winters days.So I'm staring out the window,Waiting for you to pass,And maybe stay,And maybe say:"The leaves are growing back again."Then I will smile and say the same,And I will go away with you.And NEVER come
Taste Of HoneyA taste of honey,Sweet, so bitter sweet.A taste of honey,When I'm not sure what I need.Another living,Is not always a great deed.Another living,It's not quite what you need.A lover,Who broke your heart when you were blue.An all-abover,Always thinking he's the clue.You were a loner,A broken home with nowhere to go.A short-time lover,He eased your pain and he DID know.Everything gone wrong now,Your lover left you on your own.Get another living,Do you want to, do you know?
TrustworthyWell, I just found out again,That most people aren't trustworthy.One day they'll tell you they love you,The next day they loathe you.I've had this a million times,So I'll get over this one.From one standpoint to the other,Well, I've found out,That people don't like one and another.And from this conclusion,I draw all my others.I learned from the gypsy boys in the woods,How to chase one if I had to.I had tried,And I had failed.'cause I had found,That people don't like each other.From the first day to my last,I'll have to learn from the past.From my first day to my forty,I've foundThat most people aren't trustworthy.
My dear..My dear,Are you lonely?Are you cold?Don't you know,I'll be here... To warm you?Don't you know?My dear,Don't be shy.Please don't fear.I won't hurt you,Like the others do.They hurt you so,Don't they, dear?My dear,I promise you,I'll be here,In the bleakest, weary days.I'll warm you.I'll dry these tears,You so carelessly spiltOn your warm flushed cheeks.