My father branded me Valerie... But usually I'm called Val. I hide the insecurities in a closet in Casnovia, MI. I first cried on November 2nd, which means I have been living for 16 years. To paint you a picture... Underneath contacts, eyeliner, eyeshadow, and mascara hides brown, and green eyes. I have nice medocre and clean, long dishwater blonde hair with blonde highlights. I reach for the starsclouds at roughly 5 feet 5 inches. I am willingly attending Ravenna High, and Booker Institute. Most of the time I turn it up to The Starting Line,THE FRAY, Hawthorne Heights, MAE, and Panic! at the disco. I wish that God would hold me in his arms. My status is single by choice.
"You know me too well, She's sorry and I can tell. Scene missing, fade to black. You're acting all this out again."
"Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman. Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town."
"I'm two quarters and a heart down. And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds. These words are all I have, so I'll write them. So you need them just to get by."
"Are we growing up, or just going down? It's just a matter of time until we're all found out. Take our tears, put them on ice. 'Cause I swear, I'll burn this city down to show you the light."
"And I just want to get mugged at knifepoint, To get cut enough to wake me up, 'Cause I know that I don't want to die, Sitting around watching my life go by."
"When I go down,I go down hard and I take everything I've learned, and teach myself some disregard when I go down, it hurts to hit the bottom and of the things that got me there, I think, if only I had fought them"
"I want to thank you for being a part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.. And all the things that don't get old.. Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know. It's the only way I have learned to express myself around other peoples' descriptions of life.. I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless..."
"Sing me something that you mean. From your heart and straight to me. Every word will be in key, except for one. Those seven letters I hate most. You're screaming through your car window. As you're moving past, you're driving fast, away. Yeah, you dress it up so nice. Thinking I won't hear it right. But no matter what the adjective. I know that this is."
"Well maybe get your thinking back on track. I'm the tempo to your heart beat and you're the knife stuck in my back. Maybe get your spine to make its entrance. I'm the rhythm to your taping feet and the melody behind your teeth."
"We write to patch things up, maybe not to agree but to proclaim love. Let's look ahead and then we'll see the one whose glory never ends. And based on that we'll see, there'll be room for change, but gradually. I know to have something like this broken is hard to fix."