Lyrics to Live By

Lyrics to Live By

Author's Note-- You know it's a good song when your learning it on guitar and want to sing along even though you know your a bad singer.  It can be a sign when it's the song your mouthing in drama.  Sometimes songs are special. 

Mr know it all
Well ya think you know it all
But ya don't know a thing at all
Ain't it something y'all
When somebody tells you something bout you
Think that they know you more than you do
So you take it down another pill to swallow

Mr bring me down
Well ya like to bring me down don't ya
But I ain't laying down
Can't nobody tell me how it's gonna be
Nobody's gonna make a fool out of me
Baby you should know that I had not follow

[Chorus]
Oh you think that you know me
That's why I'm leaving you lonely
Cause baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me

You ain't got the right to tell me
When and where to go, no right to tell me
Acting like you own me lately
Yeah baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me

Mr play your games
Only got yourself to blame
But I ain't falling back again
Cause I'm living my truth without your lies
Let's be clear baby this is goodbye
I ain't coming back tomorrow

[Chorus]
Oh you think that you know me
That's why I'm leaving you lonely
Cause baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me

You ain't got the right to tell me
When and where to go, no right to tell me
Acting like you own me lately
Yeah baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me

[Bridge]
So what you've got the world at your feet
And you know everything about everything
But you don't
You still think I'm coming back but baby you'll see

[Chorus]
Oh you think that you know me
That's why I'm leaving you lonely
Cause baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me

You ain't got the right to tell me
When and where to go, no right to tell me
Acting like you own me lately
Yeah baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me

Mr know it all
Well ya think you know it all
But ya don't know a thing at all
Yeah baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me 

Mr. Know it all by Kelly Clarkson is a song I listen to over and over on my iPod.   I think what she is trying to sing out and spread the word of, no one knows you as good as you know yourself.  People think they know every little detail of your life and they think they know when your sad and they think they know why.  It's a lot of what's happening in my life change can be for the better like finding new friends but, then someone will always be jealous and you'll have to choose.  So, what if you get a few new things for Christmas.  You start wearing brown mascara instead of clear.  You put a cheetah print skirt (which everyone loves) and a lace vest (which is something almost everyone should and or does have in their closet) together and there's a big transition, from jean skirt to printed skirt.  Vest with jeans to vest with skirt.  WOW! :)

Hearts in Weird Places

Hearts in Weird Places

Author's Note-- This creative writing piece tells everyone you can find love in the oddest places.  You just have to keep your eye out.

 

It's nice to see that even nature is full of heart.  My eye is drawn straight to the heart in the center that's parsley hidden.  To me that shows that true love is hidden you have to look.  You think this picture was something you saw but, didn't have to look for.  NO!

L-O-V-E

L-O-V-E

Author's Note-- This creative writing piece tells how love can get in the way of the little things in life. 

“What I would give to be loved back.  I love but, only if I were lucky would I be loved back.  Am I lucky?  No!”    As, I presented my monologue for drama, people look at me in sympathy.  I look straight into my crushes eyes and he was already starring.  That’s the best feeling in the world.  I got red in the face and quietly walked awkwardly back to my seat.  This was the only class that I could be myself, drama was my life.  My monologue wasn’t something I needed to act out it was that someone I was.  Like I said in my monologue I’m not one to be known as lucky.  To prove my point my seat was right next to my crushes.  “Meet me outside after school and I’ll walk you home” my crush whispered into my ear.  My heart dropped.  Everyone knew that was the first sign that your crush liked you back.  I whispered, “Okay” back and he looked me straight in the eyes and smiled. 

The only reason I think I didn’t faint t was because, I couldn’t wait for him to walk me home.  I met him outside and we started walking in silence, my house was 2 miles away from school and it’s raining.  “Was that monologue you presented today about…?” my crush said in his beautiful voice.   “… me?”, what should I say, should I lie?  I’m the worst liar though, my friends tell me all the time.  “Yes” I couldn’t stop the words as they came out my mouth.  He leans forward head cocked to the right slightly and all I can help but, think is this is the moment that I will remember for the rest of my life.  I breathe out and tilt my head to the right slightly.  I look at him, his eyes are closed and as I begin to close my eyes I think, this is what happens in the movies, what my monologue was all about.  Our lips meet in the center and my arms wrap around his neck and his around my waist his right hand rested on the small of my back.  I never wanted it to end.  It was pouring by now and I release my lips from his and he holds his hand out for me to hold.  We walk in silence until, “You made the wrong turn.”  “I know” he says all nonchalant.  I turn and see a tree house and he leads me up we talking for 2 straight hours until I kiss him goodbye and run home to think I’m dead, I didn’t tell my parents.  

Point of View

Point of View

Author's Note-- Have you ever thought to yourself, what do you think this object's point of view is?  What do you think they like or dislike about being them. For this writing piece I was told to write from a point a view of an object I got for Christmas and I knew exactly what I wanted to write about.


I hated just sitting on that hook looking at all of my other North Face friends colored black and white. Picked off their hangers and taken home with blind people. I'm the prettiest color of all, purple!  Then one day this nice women picked me off my hook and took me home.  I knew I'd be a Christmas present so, I'd be stuck in a box for 9 hours but, it was all worth it (did I mention I'm claustrophobic).  I'm now worn all the time and help keep the cold away from Emma, my owner.  If I would've gotten picked off my hanger by a stinky, ugly person I would've have killed myself if I could.

I mean I have nothing to complain about I have the best life in the world, I get to see happy faces when I'm opened and worn all the time while bragged about.  Emma being my owner makes life even better than the best life, her smile when she opened me, priceless and she tells everyone how much she loves me and how comfortable I am.  There's only one bad thing about being me.  If I'm broken I get  locked in a box back to North Face to be fixed because, North Face will fix your zipper if it's broken and then I have to be locked back in to travel back to this stupid person's house; at least Emma's not one of those people.  It's not that hard all you have to do is jiggle the zipper up and down right then left (not left then right, then it'll break the zipper even more) and it's fixed.

I'm glad I didn't turn out to be like my friend.  Speaking of my friend he hasn't written me in 6 months, do you think my friend's okay?