The noise,
buzzing and buzzing in my ears.
It's just not right,
wewe think wewe are so bright,
saying wewe buzz because wewe care.
But it's so unfair.
I don't need your concern,
the best way wewe can onyesha wewe care,
is to leave me alone.
Why can't wewe understand?
Have wewe tried to understand?
Do I really expect wewe to understand?
This is not a teenage problem,
the excuse wewe uses so often,
This is about my freedom.
wewe think I don't know anything,
wewe think I am naive and innocent.
But things are so different.
wewe think because wewe are older,
wewe know zaidi than we do,
That’s not true.
The world has changed,
We are not the fairy tales that sing,
we are the ones who could take our lives in a blink.
No, wewe are lying to yourself,
blocking the truth that would make wewe knelt
buzzing and buzzing in my ears.
It's just not right,
wewe think wewe are so bright,
saying wewe buzz because wewe care.
But it's so unfair.
I don't need your concern,
the best way wewe can onyesha wewe care,
is to leave me alone.
Why can't wewe understand?
Have wewe tried to understand?
Do I really expect wewe to understand?
This is not a teenage problem,
the excuse wewe uses so often,
This is about my freedom.
wewe think I don't know anything,
wewe think I am naive and innocent.
But things are so different.
wewe think because wewe are older,
wewe know zaidi than we do,
That’s not true.
The world has changed,
We are not the fairy tales that sing,
we are the ones who could take our lives in a blink.
No, wewe are lying to yourself,
blocking the truth that would make wewe knelt
Prologue Look at the world, yeah go on and look at it. Now tell me, What do wewe see? Home? Life? Secrets? Death? Anything? Well most people always see it differently. But they never see what’s right in front of them.
When wewe look at the world wewe always see the small things. wewe never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised kwa ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… au never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but wewe ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
When wewe look at the world wewe always see the small things. wewe never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner .
Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised kwa ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… au never will.
And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but wewe ought to know.
So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
Okay this fits to be makala worthy. I have this budding idea for a story about a girl named Skye(real named skylar) who discovers that she and her two Marafiki are Sirens ( a different kind than wewe think). They all have ibdividual powers like Skye can use other peoples power, Hazelle and Gabriel,s powers are conjuring moto and Hazelle can shapeshift objects. Their parents were Marafiki and there dads, and hazelle and gabriel have one parent while skye has none, she lives with her aunt and she has this Lost sister who thinks she is a Siren but is their kinds' enemy. Meanwhile Hazelle and Gabriel are dating but skye and him are close because their moms were Marafiki and wjen her parents died she lived with them for a while as kids. So eventually they like each other. This story is confusing and jeeds work but its what i have. Tell me should i tweek it au leave it alone. Also give me insight into what to do to fix it. Thanks.
Falling...
Sometimes she’s down kwa the river
au other times kwa her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever kwa her side
She’s avoided kwa everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…
Sometimes she’s down kwa the river
au other times kwa her tree
Sometimes she thinks about the things she can never see
But when the rain falls down, she’d cry
There’s no reason why
She’s always walked alone
No one’s ever shared her ride
No one’s ever felt close to her, no one’s ever kwa her side
She’s avoided kwa everyone
And never has any fun
Now darkness is her favourite thing
She thinks there’s no hope
No on ever throws her a rope
When she’s falling…