Yes, we are weapons of mass comsumption.

Theme: Reality vs The Rich and the Famous
In the song shes saying how, she'll take off her clothes to get famous and how being thin and plastic makes your life "fuckin fantastic". Shes stating that being famous is the only thing people care about these days, and not only being famous but to be popular or to be invited to the latest parties. She said were weapons of mass consumption because were not only buying our favorite shoes and our necessities, but were buying what the media is feeding us. She doesn't know whats right anymore, and whats normal. Everything is so fake, and the media presents it as being the road down to "the good life". Shes trying to say that nowadays we leave out all the important values life serves us, and is replaced with "fuckloads of diamonds". We need to start seeing the reality behind the Rich and the Famous and not just what it has to offer. I dont think she is only speaking for herself when she wrote this song, but all the less traveled minds that are lost in difference between being real to being fake. I dont think anyone knows what normal is anymore, the motto " If you can't beat them, join them" is being taken to a whole new level. When she sings "its not my fault it’s how I’m programmed to function" Shes right! We are all programmed to be a certain way these days, its like the media built plastic walls surrounding us, trapping us from the unique of the world that struggles to face us everyday. What are they scared of? That maybe one day we might start believing that all the freaky people bring the beauty to the world. We are not robots, but if one thing we are weapons of mass consumption. The world needs a reality check.

How much control should parents have on their children?

I personally think parents need to have control on there children, but how much? Is a different story. Many parents keep a tight leash on their children for many reasons. Some of these many reasons can include bad experiences or past childhoods, wanting perfection to rise out of your children, the fear of them facing this world everyday, or they just simply love you. It may not seem like they love you if they dont allow you to go to your friends house, or skip out on your homework, but really all they want is the best for you. Me being a teen and everything, sometimes understands the value of the leash that is held upon me. I know my parents only want me to be safe, and to hang out with the right crowd, but what happens when you are hanging out with the right crowd, and you are being safe, and your the perfect kid in your eyes, but not in theirs? Thats when faith and trust is replaced with dishonest denyial.

Having a decent relationship with your parents is a key to life, without it you are locked out of many opportunities, and forced to face the world by yourself. They are their to guide you and to love and support you, but when trust starts to fade, the relatonship will start to die. Parents need a reason, and proof of why they should trust you, not only because your their most prized possesion in life. If you were to sneak around, do bad in school, lie, misbehave, the list goes on, then what makes you think they will have the will to trust you. Faith is something you have to earn, and not something you can steal, buy, or just recieve. Its one of the most delicate traits anyone could possibly have, it takes a lifetime to own and a second to lose. If your parents dont trust you they must have a reason behind their decision. Its only up to you to find out what that is, and to prove the world wrong and get that faith thats always been needed back.

Your the cure to my cancer, and the drugs to my addiction

Your the cure to my cancer and the drugs to my addiction. Your the catch to my fall, and the wind in my hair. Our fingers intertwine like a missing piece to a puzzle. Faith and hope are served, and wonder drifts in between. The late phone calls that would put me into a cloying sleep. I create your name in the feathery iron clouds that lay above me. You are the only thing that keeps my heart pounding with unreal beats. You are the cure to my cancer and the drugs to my addiction.

not very good at writing, but i love it anyways

He told her she was pretty, and that the addiction to her smile drove him crazy. Thinking about him set butterfly's fluttering making her stomach weak. Life was unbelievable. He picked the one girl that didn't know who she was, and who was lost in the twisted fate that faced her everyday. He said he likes different, and she knew for a fact she was far from ordinary. She wasn't unique either, once again lost in her own thoughts and his. Friday night was coming and the butterfly's kept on fluttering and spreading their wings as wide and big as possible. Messages were being delivered from the rushing flow of her friends that were sweet and scandalous. Tricks were being played and honest thoughts were being dealt. Once again, Friday night was going to be the night when all her fears would fade. She didn't know what she was doing, her tongue was spitting out words that haven't even crossed her delicate mind yet. She felt like she was on the rollarcoaster of her life, and the second where she could of jumped off board was the one that had already escaped. Paranoia took over her deprived heart, her world turned black and white, her watery eyes turned iron steel, every single bone that would lay beneath her supple skin doctored into regretful ashes. Her faith had finally turned into denial. She woke up the next morning with blistering eyes, they were struggling to open, but the endurance came through and finally she could lay her blue eyes on the bright green patches that came off of the spring grass, including the royal sky that had set the trapped butterfly's free. Finally they flew away and left no apologies.

Dear Mom,

I want you to have faith in me that I'll make the right decision. Locking me up, and protecting me from the world that faces me everyday wont teach me the values I must learn on my own. Your always telling me to follow my dreams, and to reach for the sky and don't let anyone stop me, what about you? I know your scared because of your past, but I'm not you Mom. I'm Emma, my own person. I know you say that its not me that you don't trust it's him, but please take in some consideration that I'll make the right choice. Yes, I am going to get hurt eventually, but I have to decide who is worth the pain. I'm growing up, I'm not that little girl anymore. I will always be your daughter, and you will always be my Mom no matter what. What are you so afraid to lose? I'm always going to be here, even when the day comes when I move out, I will always be there. The most important thing in a mother and daughter relationship is loyal trust, and if we don't have the faith that's needed, our relationship will die. Please.

after watching the notebook i wrote this =)

Every freckle on her skin was covered in rebellious desire, while trying to protect and deprive her next conviction. Time was passing, and the stars were dying; soon enough she was going to lay her unafraid eyes upon her true savior. The night was striking and she was swinging away her fears that kept dropping like the watery clouds that sailed ever so slightly above her. There he was, sauntering over the viable sidewalks, intoxication varnishing his impervious complexion. His velvet skin suffocated my paralyzed memories that continued lurking in the omitted oxygen. Our purpose kept pulsing with scurrilous lust, uncontrollable. As the rain struck, termination was painted on our lush lips, and false accusations were committed. The hole in the pit of her stomach was filled with new born yellow jackets. Wet beads tossed and turned through the knots of her hair that was in his shotgun grip. He kissed her without thinking twice as she embraced the perfection of his worldly lips.

This is for the girls

To every girl that is scared to put her heart out there again, because she has been hurt too many times or so badly. To every girl that has been cheated on, because she's not a slut who gives it up to any guy. To every girl that dresses cute, not skanky. To every girl who wants to be called beautiful, not hot. To every girl that will spend her whole day looking for the perfect present for you. To every girl who gets her heart broken, because he chose that bitch instead. To every girl that would give anything to have a decent boyfriend. To every girl who would just once like to be treated like a princess. To every girl that cries at night because of another heartbreak. To every girl that just wants to hold hands. To every girl that kisses him with meaning. To every girl who just wishes he cared more.

To every girl who just wants him to call. To every girl who lies awake at night thinking about him. To every girl that just wants to cuddle. To every girl that just wants to sleep with him without having sex. To every girl who shows how much she cares and gets nothing back. To every girl that thought "maybe this one could be the one." To every girl that laughs at stupid stuff when she actually doesn't think it is funny. To every girl who is just looking for that one and only and is having a rough time along the way. To every girl that doesn't want a guy who just plays with her emotions but actually cares about how she feels.

To every girl who wants words backed up with actions. To every girl that fell for all the lies only to find themselves alone in the end. To every girl that gave her heart away only to have it shoved back in her face. To every girl that has faith that "tomorrow will be a better day."
And it will be.

Here's to all those girls who used to be his number one. The ones who waited all night for him to call, only to check the caller ID the next morning and be disappointed. The ones who made it through that bitter break up, dried your own tears, and moved on with your life, only to have him walk back in it months later like nothing ever happened. Those of you who cried on the first day you talked again because you knew exactly where this phone call was going. The ones who listened to him say, I only want to be your friend, one day, and the next, listened to him say how much he loves and misses you. We deserve something, and this is our tribute.Here's to the ones that took him back, hoping that maybe this time, he was different, hoping that maybe people really do change. We listened to our friends tell us that we were stupid for even thinking about giving him another chance, caught crap from our parents and even snuck around to see him for while. We went through the great stage with no fights all over again. We started this out thinking it would be just friends, and ended up falling in love with him again. We wanted nothing more in the world than to hear him tell us he loved us too, that even though things were bad in the past, they would be different this time. And when we finally heard it, it was like we were dreaming. This is for us. Here's to the ones who believed what he said, sat around all over again waiting for a phone call that might come in a few hours, or a few days. Here's for the tears cried and dried all over again. We wanted so desperately to believe that he was really busy, he couldn't possibly call us at that moment, or even that he fell asleep early.

We trained ourselves to believe the lies because we wanted to believe we had found the one for us. We learned to settle for someone who didn't treat us the way we should be treated. Here's for the ones who did their hair and make up and put on their prettiest earrings, only to hear him say that he couldn't see us today. The ones who never believed it when people told us there might be someone else. We just couldn't believe that he could do this to us again. This is for those great girls, who loved him more than words can say, and took him back no matter what happened last time because they couldn't bear to look back on their lives one day and wonder "what if". This is for the girls that stayed up all night long listening to him whine about an ex girlfriend who cheated on him, and cried during the entire conversation. The ones who hoped he would realize that he deserved better, that he deserved us. When he said that he loved you, but he was in love with her, he didn't mean it. This is for the ones that held on to something that was never there to begin with. This is for us girls, who somehow managed to get him to forget about her, and get him to tell us that he was in love with us again, only to have him tell us three weeks later that "things were going too fast, he needs time." Here's to the girls who couldn't cry to their friends because of how stupid they felt.
The ones who held it all in when things came crumbling to pieces again. This is for the ones who couldn't bear to even tell their mom what was going on, for fear of an "I told you so." The ones that could just TELL that they had made a mistake ever allowing him into their hearts, and their dreams again. We knew that we deserved better the entire time, that we deserved a guy who would call when he said he was going to, one that would come see us whenever he got the chance, one that would really care about us. We just wanted the one that we loved like that. Here's for the ones that FINALLY realized that he never gave a crap about them. Here's for the time that he broke your heart again.

This is for those days spent trying to hold back the tears, and the tears that turned into anger, then disappointment. Here's for us girls who finally realized that we deserve better. This is for those confusing days, when you miss him, and want nothing more than to hear his voice, or feel his arms around your waist. Stay strong, and remember that relationships are like broken glass, sometimes it's better to leave it alone rather than try to put the pieces back together and get hurt. Remember the times you cried, and how long it took you to even be able to look at another guy like that. When "your song" comes on the radio, turn the station. When the day comes that he realizes what a mistake he made and tries calling, turn your phone off. When he tries coming to your house, don't answer the door. Think of the broken promises, and the lies, the manipulation and the tears, the wasted moments and staying up all night wondering where the crap he was. Think of how your heart used to jump when your phone would vibrate in the middle of the night, and how it fell to your stomach when you saw it wasn't him, and realized that once again, he hadn't called when he said he was going to. One day, you'll find a guy who's worth all the tears, but he won't make you cry. You may think that you'll never care about someone like you did that guy that you always ran back to, but you will. It's gonna hurt like crap, and it's going to need time to heal, but the point is, it will heal. This is for those girls, who fell back in love with a guy, only to get hurt all over again