Lyrics Like A Wrecking Ball Novels & Stories

"And what if we can't?" "We will," he assured me. "We have to." Later that evening as I settled on the couch in my living room, I lowered my head into my hands. At the same time I offered up a low groan. As I’d been driving home, Bruno Mars’s song, Grenade, came on the radio and I couldn’t get the words of the song out of my head. They echoed everything I felt. And no matter how much the deceiving, low-down, dirty rotten bastard had almost destroyed me by hiding what he’d done, I knew, damn his worthless, beautiful hide, I hadn’t meant one single ugly word I'd spoken out loud or within my mind.

I yelped as I felt pain in my wrist but I continued anyway cause more than the pain on my wrist, it really hurts more inside and I need to get the pain out "🎼 I've felt pain in my life so far 🎼 A fractured wrist and a broken heart 🎼 This is sure to leave a nasty scar 🎼 One that might not heal; So I said 🎼 This is the worst day of my life, it's the worst, it's the worst day of my life 🎼 And I don't know how I'll survive, it's the worst, it's the worst day of my life 🎼 I'll admit it's a struggle, finding light in the tunnel 🎼 This is the worst day of my life, it's the worst, it's the worst day of my life..."

‘'Couldn't win, fighting, bleeding, losing, and now I'm sick of it If I can't have it I fuckin' keep it low Crying, crying, crying, forget it now Love you, love you, love you No matter what I do. I say run Laugh like you've gone mad Time to say goodbye to tears Run Never look back In my two hands hundred bands I'm a loser I’m a loser I’m a loser Lover with a dollar sign Is a loser I'm a lover I’m a lover Lover with a dollar sign Is a loser’’ Relating to every word in the lyrics,Alice sat there as she cried miserably .

"You need to change the gender. And then, here. You will start here." My frown deepen. Why does this lyrics have to suck me up? I clear my throat and start hitting the tiles. "Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, hoo Mm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flowers And held your hand Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance~"

They'll be here pretty soon Lookin' through my room For the money I'm bitin' my nails I'm too young to go to jail It's kinda funny Where's my mind? Where's my mind? Where's my mind? Where's my mind? Maybe it's in the gutter Where I left my lover What an expensive fake My V is for Vendetta Thought that I'd feel better But now I got a bellyache Everything I do The way I wear my noose Like a necklace I wanna make 'em scared Like I could be anywhere Like I'm reckless I lost my mind I don't mind Where's my mind? Where's my mind?

'I get drunk, wake up, I'm wasted still I realize the time that I wasted here I feel like you can't feel the way I feel I'll be fucked up if you can't be right here Oh-whoa (oh-whoa, oh-whoa) Oh-whoa (oh-whoa) Oh-whoa (oh-whoa) I'll be fucked up if you can't be right here.' . ****

♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ ♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ I'll pick up the pieces, though my heart is in pain, Embracing the darkness, as I dance in the rain. I'll find strength in my tears, and let them set me free, For one broken girl, will rise from this tragedy. ♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 Oh, the tears keep falling, like rain from the sky,

I see my future, I see the light. I see the love, I see my goal. I see the fire that lies dormant, In the heart of time. I see the joy that springs forth, At the mention of my name. I see the love in your eyes, I see the scars you try to hide. I'll tell you I'm broken, Not for you to mend me, But that I'd mend you. For even the broken, Remembers what it's like to heal,

Why, oh but why were the lyrics so relatable ? Why did they stomp my heart and crush it so bad ? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * When all your thoughts are dark and insecure I’ll build you a light Cause baby I’m sure That loving you has made me better * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * No. No. No. Why would loving that bitch make him feel better ? Is it because of what I did ?

‘Well fuck me, she left’ I thought as I turned to go back to the packhouse. I swiped my hand down my face, that did not go as planned. I had only taken a few steps when I heard someone singing. I didn’t see anyone, so I followed the melody: “Out of the ruins, Out from the wreckage, Can’t make the same mistake this time. We are the children, The last generation, We are the ones they left behind. And I wonder when things are ever gonna change, Living in fear, ‘til nothing else remains. We don’t need another Hero, We don’t need to the way home…” the words to ‘We don’t need another hero’ by Tina Turner floated through the air.