angsterish

Eldest has moved to the stage of writing emo song lyrics. I don't know about you, but I sure wrote some crappy teen poetry. I still have it. Ugh. Yeah, I gave it to Eldest to read. And since she's musically inclined, I guess this is coming out in her as songs. (She says there is music in her head to go along with the lyrics but swears the world is better off if it never hears the music.)

Anyhow, thought I'd share this bit because I find it encouraging...

breakaway, leave me here

let me cry my tears, (let me cry for you),

cuz i can’t take this life (not now),

And i miss you... (forever)

But you’ll breakaway....

And now i see,

what’s meant to be,

Nothing hurts more than letting you go, (Other than letting you stay),

And I said i need you, but i don’t

I said i’d miss you, but i don’t

I said i didn’t know where to go... (I will find my path)

its time to breakaway (for my self),

Breakaway, oh....breakaway, now...

That her feelings are being expressed in music may also have something to do with her the fact that (a) she's taking a music tech class this semester and they will be producing their own CD and (b) she's noticed a new guy (scroll down, look for Jonah)...oh goody, a musician. He's in her tech class.(This boy's older brother is in the Josephine Collective--a group from our area that released on the Warner Brothers label this summer. I've got their CD. Good stuff.)

*sigh* At least it's a distraction.

Maybe I can blog about something other than Eldest soon. But, for now, it's still a sad house.