I am Victoria Paige. I have many stories. We all do. Don't give up on yours.
Classy kids don't plageurize. If it's on my blog and not mine, you'll know.
I need to find some meaning, something true to believe in
I’m terrified of seeing the beautiful darkside win
You saved me the day you came alive.
I am like a machine. All that I really need
Is medisin, and then I’ll fall fast asleep
In my dreamlike state, I’ll pretend I’m unscathed,
But when I wake up, my resilience fades.
When I wake up, my resilience fades.
How long? How long? How long?
I know there’s more to life than slavery,
I’m tired of dying…
and it all seems so helpless
and I have no plans
I’m a plane in the sunset
with nowhere to land
and all I see,
it could never make me happy
yeah, all my sand castles
spend their time collapsing
let me know that you hear me
let me know your touch
let me know that you love me
let that be enough
The Classic Crime || Vagabonds
Vagabonds and troubadours,
We build this city on punk rock chords
And I for one cannot ignore the facts.
We will make music ‘til no one refuses,
We will take our airwaves back.
Craving the bottom of a dark pool
and pushing up for sweet oxygen
Atop the swelling tide and
thrust under and dragged out to sea
It’s never to be underestimated,
the exhaustion of this grand tug-of-war
Pushing, pulling, pushing, pulling me
By my hair, my skin, my toes, my ears
And I know how it ends
But I wonder, does such knowledge help at all?
Do I await the end
Or dread it?
For I wonder
How many crowns of jewels
And how many scoldings from the throne
Could I possibly earn in a single day?
Foo Fighters || Walk
I think I found my place.
Can’t you feel it growing stronger?
We’re little conquerors
I’m learning to walk again.
I believe I’ve waited long enough.
Where do I begin?
I’m learning to talk again.
Can’t you see I’ve waited long enough?
Where do I begin?