I'm not even going to start on how bad I am at updating... There are a lot of lyrics in here so if you want you can just scroll through
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Kellin POV
I've started on my song. It's basically just all my thoughts put into words. Caraphernillia. Meaning to be left completely heart broken. I walked over to my dresser and looked at my clock. 2:09 a.m. I haven't been able to sleep for days due to Vic. The song is due tommorow and I hardly have a full chorus. But it seems I do my best work late at night so it looks like that's the goal. I grab my lyric book and begin to write. My emotions take over and I have the song done by 3.
Vic POV
The regret is eating me up from the inside out. I'm sleep deprived and mentally fucked. I haven't eaten in days, I don't even think I've showered. I've decided to show at school tomorrow so I can sing Kellin my shit song. I honestly tried my best to put how I feel into it and I hope he gets the message but in the end, he still doesn't even want to look at me.
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" Thank you Taylor that was amazing. Alright, let's see. Kellin. You're up next" I looked over to Kellin but he was already looking at me. As soon as we made eye contact he turned away and sighed, then walked up to the front of the room. He honestly looked so broken and it hurts me to know I caused him that pain. He handed the teacher a CD and stood in front of the class.
"Okay Kellin. Would you like to tell us what the name of your song is?" Ms.Henry asked.
"Oh um. It's called Caraphernillia." I sucked in a deep breath and he began to sing.
"Sunshine, there ain't a thing that you can do that's gonna ruin my night.
(But, there's just something about)
This dizzy dreamer and her bleeding little blue boy.
Licking your fingers like you're done and,
You've decided there is so much more than me.
And baby, honestly it's harder breathing next to you, I shake.
I brought a gun and as the preacher tried to stop me.
Hold my heart it's beating for you anyway."
Kellin made eye contact with me as he sang the next part,
"What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.
Nobody prays for the heartless.
Nobody gives another penny for the selfish.
You're learning how to taste what you kill now.
Don't mind me, I'm just reaching for your necklace.
Talking to my mom about this little girl from Texas.
What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.
Just give her back to me.
You know I can't afford the medicine that feeds what I need.
So, baby, what if I can't forget you?
(What if I can't forget you?)
Collide invisible lips like a shadow on the wall,
And just throw, oh no.
You can't just throw me away.
So, what if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don't even want to?
