Unsteady Lyrics Novels & Stories

🎵I hope a trap boy's your type🎵 🎶why?🎶 🎵Cause I don't have a nine to five🎵 🎶alright🎶 🎵I get that your standards high but I'm not a random guy, I'm different🎵 🎶lliterally🎶 🎵When I write my rhymes, you say you don't like that line, I'll switch it🎵 🎶calm🎶 🎵You said you don't like my life, you said you don't like my guys you're trippin', trippin🎵

The old words bleed into each other. They bleed. They bleed. The hours before the change are unsteady. They are an unsteady reminder, an unsteady force, an unsteady push against my life, against my control, against what I can handle. They are an unsteady pull, a pull that I pretend not to feel, a pull that I can’t help but feel, can’t help but notice. I try not to, try not to see, not to believe, not to know. But I do.

I held on to the microphone and at the perfect instant, I jumped in making the lights go on - courtesy of Ryan’s professional team. ‘I’m sorry mom! I just have to do this!’ I said to myself in thought before I sang into the microphone. {MAKING USE OF SHANE FILAN’S – UNBREAKABLE THE NAME, TUNE, BEATS AND A BIT OF HIS LYRICS} • “He thinks it’s easy but he has no clue, of all the things she’s been going through. He’s the one she’s been waiting for, he’s the one. The only one.” • “I can’t, I can’t, can’t stop thinking about you every day and you can’t, you can’t, you can’t listen to all the shit they say.”

Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep? Who's waking up to drive you home when you're drunk and all alone? Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning? It ain't me, no, no It ain't me, no, no It ain't me, no, no. ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️ VANESSA' POV❤️

He exhales. Not satisfied. But not pushing either. “Define stable,” he says. “It means nothing is breaking,” I reply. “And?” “And it means I can’t let go.” Silence follows that. Not empty. Heavy. Because he understands exactly what that means. “You’re stuck,” he says quietly. “For now.” “That’s not good enough.” “It’s what we have.” The Unwritten steps closer again, watching me with that same focused awareness it always has. But now— There’s something else in it.

Kind of felt like I owed him one now. Grace began humming along to a song on playing in the car. At first, I didn't recognize the song but as the chorus hit, I realized that it was Unstoppable by Sia. The song suited Grace. She truly was unstoppable. Through all the bad shit that seemed to happen to her, she still found a way to raise from it all, like a Phoenix rising from it's ashes.

I gave him a smile but his face was the same, being mad at me but he wasn't looking dangerous at all. "What did I tell you ?" He said and I could say he was really mad at me but he spoke in a calm way. "I lost the way. I couldn't remember where my room was." I explained and he didn't seem happy or mad nothing his expression was blank. He just went out of the room. Now, what did I do to make him mad? Ugh, these men are so unpredictable. I stood there, waiting for Dean to come out and he came out in no time. He was wearing a black suit. He was looking handsome enough to make any girl fall for him right now. He walked towards me.

The two of them smiled at each other from time to time, and the air was thick with that cloying scent of love. So Theo was being treated at this hospital, too. I lowered my head, clutching my aching stomach, and hid around a corner. For some reason, I didn't want to face them. It made me feel sick. Ironically, they stopped by the window and didn't leave. They even started chatting casually. Theo spoke first, his voice weak. "Thanks for everything, Bianca. I didn't expect that you'd stay by me in the end. Honestly, you're the person I've let down the most in this life."

--- It would be silent. --- And unstoppable.