I can’t stop this rollercoster. I love this line for so many reasons including the fact that it could be used in so many situations. The song older included so many different themes mainly about not wanted to get older and not being ready to get older. Even not have closers on your childhood. “guess my childhood is over now i’m taking down my poster and i’m putting all my things into a box next to the toaster that’s my closet thing to closer I can’t stop this rollercoster i’m not ready to get older” It feels real in highschool

This song is about meeting someone and getting the biggest crush on them. It starts with small talk and slight laughing. Smiles and eye contact. All leaving you with the bubbly feeling in your stomach and blush on your face. Then you go home and wonder if they felt the same when meeting you. You stay up wondering and thinking about them. Do they love someone else? What do they think of you? Will they ever think of you again? You hope they aren’t in love with anyone else. You hope you can see them again. You want to continue the story. And you’ll forever wonder if they feel the same way.

The thing is, the town isn’t really as wonderful as they’re describing it. Small towns rarely are; the people make it so. But they’re right about the beauty of the nature around them - the trees that go on forever, the colors of the leaves in autumn. The important thing is that the women believe the town is beautiful, and wonderful, and a good place to call home. Believing in it is what makes it so. It’s what inspires everyone in town to make it so. So the song is really about the dream of a place, and how dreaming can make it come true, and that it really is worthwhile to imagine the world as better than it is, because that’s how you make the world better. It’s a song about hope and about finding the place where you belong.

My love was real, But I had my doubts. What did you want? I never knew it was getting out.

I stood true to my love, Until I saw the signs. We were losing touch, Slowly, I lost you as mine.

Our relationship crumbled, And I didn’t know what to do. Feelings dulled, I left what we had, all because of you.

I hope you’re happy, Though I feel despair. There is no love, And only hate, in my air.

I’m not happy with the life I live Floating on a driftwood easy reality
Life without happiness to give Drink away the pain a 9 to 5 decrees

Pump it into me, the feelings That I rely on to succeed Grab for the top, weighing down the links That hold together my life, it’s an easy read

Can I stay fulfilled while my soul is killed? I want to go but I can’t leave all my goals Send them all away, dreams I could build
If you like how I seem, find your own roles

My life isn’t a chess piece to be played Neither is my career, but who gives a damn About what I do other than myself anyway? I could be my best, but content hasn’t stayed

The misty window opens, All can now look in, All would now know what happens, And see the mans sin,

Skin as cold as snow, Flaking like ash,

The car hums, The man hums,

The air wanders in stroking him, His hand caressing the wheel,

Now everyone could see, The window revealed all, He kicks the pedal suddenly, The engine roars,

Now he’s finally free…

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I titled the poem the same as the song.

For those wondering its ‘The Passenger’ by Deftones.

She was youthful. Walking around, Head in the clouds, Imagining the world ahead of her.

He observed her. As radiant as the sun, And shielded her away from the clouds, Away from the obscurity.

She was lost. Tangling herself in a web of lies, Telling herself that it would be different, Convincing herself to stay, too many times.

He walked a thousand miles for her. Patient, as she broke down once more, But why couldn’t she see? Why couldn’t she recognize her truth?

He was always there for her, Through her best memories, To her worst moments.

He wanted her to believe her worth. To understand her value, To realize that she could be seen, That she could be understood, If she only looked in front of her.

The only thing louder than the artillery around them, was the sound of their own beating hearts. They stand in the trenches, boots buried deep in mud and blood, waiting for the sound to charge.

The whistle blows and the company of soldiers scurry out of the trench into the fields of death.

As the men charge forward meeting machine gun fire, an unlucky soldier steps onto a landmine. He is not fortunate enough to die, though. No, death would’ve been a blessing. Instead he loses both of his legs and both of his arms. The shrapnel from the blast blinds his eyes and rips apart his jaw. They should’ve left him there to die.

Away from the frontlines, he lies conscious in a hospital bed, tubes stuffed into his stomach and neck. His eye sight, voice, and limbs are all gone. He is alone, except for the occasional nurse. All he has left are his thoughts and memories. He becomes a prisoner, held by his own body.

She was too much, but she was also too little She was an overachiever who was never enough There was a beast inside her, festering, biding its time, gaining it’s strength And she never wanted to let it out She wanted to hide it away, because that was what they told her to do She’d long since learned that guaranteed love is a lie And that earning love was a false hope But she didn’t want love anymore And so, the beast woke up

I sit in the quiet, Alone with my thoughts. There’s no distraction, Nowhere to hide. I’m stripped bare to the nakedness of self reflection.

This was the gift of a stranger who came in the night And left behind a hole where once I hid But only when it was full.

My thoughts wander As I wonder What it is to breathe What it is to be me