The Song That Saved Us

The Song That Saved Us

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Music can be a powerful weapon. It can also be a life saver. What happens when a group of friends start a band just for fun but turns into a successful job? And what if a girl, or multiple girls, started a band and were rivals with the guys? What if they fell in love? What if they broke up? Can music save their relationships? All songs in this story are property of the original songwriters and labels including: Theory of a deadman Slipknot Black Stone Cherry Metallica Crossfade Papa Roach Saving Abel Three Days Grace WARNING: STORY MAY CONTAIN GRAPHIC MATERIAL SUCH AS DEPRESSION, LANGUAGE, AND SELF HARM. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. If you have depression or suicidal thoughts, please talk to someone and get some help. Do not face those problems alone.
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growing up and growing apart sometimes people who really love you have to leave you for your own good and it's okay to grow apart holding on to things that hurt isn't a wise choice They broke up in college but now are forced into an arranged marriage Will the sparks fly again or........ ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Wrong place, wrong time, wrong people, right man Surrounded with unfortunate events, unfortunate people Those slim waists, slim faces, long hair and long nails Those long legs, large hands, fluffy hair and beaded bracelets They don't belong together last days, best times, red hands and playing fights Social priorities, diwali parties, arm wrestling and life stories That's the closure I needed Searching the crows, you stand tall, stand out Walking out of that building with hurt hands and burnt minds scholar badge, scholar board, Council badges and red coats brown pants,white shirts, black shoes and red ties Sprawling crowds, yellow buses, red rickshaws and black cycles ice cream man, Mother Dairy, white vans and red lights Saw you walking on the footpath with rolled up sleeves with few friends I wouldn't wish I would be there I couldn't wish I could be there Could you be specific who do you like? Blinding lights, goodbyes, Friday promises and exam time White walls, black boards, blue desks and A/C nobs Sweet memories scattered in my head Teardrops all over my bed These are the things I'll never forget And that's the price I paid cover credit: pinterest

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