If I Die Young
The Band Perry
A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar.
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner.
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singing.
Funny, when you're dead how people start listening.
Someday
Fear itself crawls along the barrier of our conscience. It manipulates our thoughts and causes us to debate who we really are. If fear was extinct, we would have no regrets. This is because we wouldn't fear the outcomes of our actions. We would accept what happens, we wouldn't shy away from what we could achieve.
I don't like others reading what I write. My writings I truly don't put that much effort or thought into for they easily pour out of me like a river. Without anyone reading them though, I have no reflections to build upon and make my stories more appealing.
Witty is amazing. It allows me to share my writings without being judge. You'll never know the face behind the words. No one has anything to judge me upon except the words across the screen. You'll base your impression on me by the way my stories affect your moods, not my age, gender, race, or religion.
Someday maybe the courage will build up inside me. Slowly and carefully weaving the pieces in just right. Someday maybe I'll share them allowing them to scruitinize me like a book. Maybe.
