Post by lauren5 on Apr 15, 2010 15:39:15 GMT
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As someone told me lately,
Everyone deserves the chance to fly![/color][/blockquote]
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Sometimes things just weren't suppost to happen. One of them being the lad sitting strumming his guitar in the recording studio. His mother, just another one of his father's lovers just up and left as soon as she gave birth. Leaving him in a basket on top of his fathers bed. His father was furious, didnt want him at first but knew he had to keep the kid. He couldnt just give away his own flesh and blood. However sometimes Kalib wished he had. Wished his father had given him to a children's home or dumped him back on his mother. Perhaps then he wouldnt have had to go through the sixteen years of being alone and having no one to talk to. Then the last five/six years being sexually and physically abused by a man he hardly knew while his father's partner looked on and laughed.
Yet still Kalib never let it get to his heart. Sure he was scared shit less of almost any man who walked by him but he was getting better. He didnt freak out each time a guy walked past him and he could handle small touching now. Yet he wasnt sure if he could handle any sexual contact yet. He hadnt even tried it. He knew what he was, he was pan-sexual. Meaning he liked not the sex of the person but who they were. It was strange how even though he was scared of men he still viewed them as sexy. Strumming his guitar gently he was ready to record some form of music. He had been writing his own but he didnt see it as very good so he decided to do a cover of lullaby by all time low. It was a slow sad song all about how the lead singer Alex Gaskarth lost his brother to suicide.
"Make it a sweet, sweet goodbye -
it could be for the last time and it's not right.
"Don't let yourself get in over your head," he said.
Alone and far from home we'll find you...
Dead - Like a candle you burned out;
spill the wax over the spaces left in place of angry words.
Scream - To be heard, like you needed any more attention;
throw the bottle, break the door, and disappear.
Sing me to sleep, I'll see you in my dreams,
waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."
Forever's never seemed so long as when you're not around
it's like a piece of me is missing.
I could have learned so much from you but what's left now?
Don't you realize you shot this family a world of pain?
Can't you see there should have been a happy ending we let go?
Sing me to sleep, I'll see you in my dreams,
waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."
Sing me to sleep.
Sing me to sleep.
Sing me to sleep.
Sing me to s...
Sing me to sleep (You've taken so much with you...)
I'll see you in my dreams, (But left the worst with me...),
waiting to say, "I miss you. I'm so sorry."
I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Finishing the song, he wiped away a tear and smiled softly. It was a really nice song. He switched off the recording bit and played it back listening to the notes he missed and what he could do to make it better.
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NOTES - Hope its okay
TAGS - DONALD
OUTFIT Hurr