The Tales We Tell

Yet again, when facebook fails me.

Rachel Lee is always the best friend, never the lover.

Rachel Lee is an oddball hermit who cannot relate to the people around her.

Rachel Lee hates the mainstream.

Rachel Lee hates something more than the mainstream right now; and that is being herself.




I'm pretty sick of the human race.

Spit It Out

And if you're hurting
I will replace the noise with silence instead
Flushing out your head

If you like it violent
We can play rough and tumble
Fall into bed
And I won't breathe so you can recover

When you're in pieces
Just follow the echo of my voice
It's okay
Tune into that frequency

Don't fight your reflex
Embrace the instinct
You can feel your way
Through the bed and weak face in the end

'cause it breaks my heart
That we live this way
I know people need love
'cause them people never play the game
And we talk the talk
We communicate
The people need love
Those people never play the game

Pleasure for pleasure
It eases consequence
And love for a fall
But I know you love to take a risk

The past is weakness
Don't beg the question when the answer is war
There are moments when I'm overcome

'cause it breaks my heart
That we live this way
I know people need love
'cause them people never play the game
And we talk the talk
We communicate
Them people need love
Those people never play the game

And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
In love



For the second boy to make an impression. People need love, my dear friend.

Happiness

Happiness is just outside my window
I thought it crashed, blowing 80 miles an hour
Happiness a little more like knocking
On your door, and you just let it in

Happiness feels a lot like sorrow
Let it be, you can’t make it come or go
But you are gone- not for good but for now
Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good

Happiness is a firecracker sitting on my headboard
Happiness was never mine to hold
Careful child, light the fuse and get away
‘Cause happiness throws a shower of sparks

Happiness damn near destroys you
Breaks your faith to pieces on the floor
So you tell yourself, that’s enough for now
Happiness has a violent roar

Happiness is like the old man told me
Look for it, but you’ll never find it all
Let it go, live your life and leave it
Then one day, wake up and she’ll be home
Home, home, home


Read this and weep. Quite the bit of lyrical genius there.

Fall For A Shooting Star

I say i dont,



but i really do :)