Writings On The Wall Lyrics Novels & Stories

I can hear Felix’s voice drifting through the night as he sings out the lyrics as familiar as my own name: Just one second, A beautiful moment I’m falling fast, I can't forget Over and over, your story's rewritten Unbreakable chain, my déjà vu. Love through the darkness Mirrors on mirrors I’ve been waiting all this time Fire becomes ashes A new star is born In this starlight Say you’ll be mine. The eerie, muted words are a whisper in the dark, barely discernable. Where is it coming from? It can’t be my ringtone. Surely not.

"I know this is coming to an end Aware of all the pain that will ensue And when it leaves a hole inside my chest I'm not sure how I'll cover up the wound My body's filled with my regret And sorrow Gloomy symphonies fill my head, mhh Tonight I think I'll write the saddest song To cleanse me of your memory and mend me when you're gone I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song And maybe when I play it in my room I won't feel so empty when I'm thinking about you I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song Mhh-mh, mhh, Mhh-mh

I already completed college a long time ago but I just needed something to help me lay low for a while. I packed the necessary books and stuff and wore a leather jacket and black denim jeans. A few minutes later I got my motorcycle and drove to the institution. Playing my favourite lyrics. I can't breathe (Chopsquad), I can't breathe, 999 Waiting for the exhale I toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh, well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail

When I get home You better not be there, we're placing bets you won't Shed your modesty And the only thing to leave behind is your own skin On the floor Don't you shy away Manifest a ceiling when you shy away Searching for that feeling Just like an "I love you" That isn't words Like a song he wrote, that's never heard Don't you When you get home You barely recognize the pictures they put in a frame 'Cause you shed your modesty Don't circle the track Take what you have And leave your skin on the floor Don't you shy away

I almost tripped over my own feet when I saw what was on the wall in the last room. Two kids, hanging from the roof, their intestines hanging out of their stomachs, Their eyes were bawled out of their sockets and it seemed it was their blood that had been used to write the message on the wall. It read “This is just a warning. Next time, I won’t be so nice.” This was a direct threat. Actually, to me, it seemed like a declaration of war. “Bring down the bodies. Bury them, and find the fool, that did this. No sleep, no break, no holidays, until we find out who the fuck did this to my men.”

And scrawled across the concrete wall, in chalk that wasn’t ours: **“Hesitation is the labyrinth.”**

We won't die, don't ask Scream, not not today Don't kneel, we won't cry Hands up, not not today Hey not not today Hey not not today Hey not not today Point, aim, shoot! Throw it up! Throw it up! Throw away the fear in your eyes Break it up! Break it up! Break the glass ceiling that traps you Turn it up! (turn it up!) Burn it up! (burn it up!) Till the day of victory (fight!) Don't kneel, don't break down That's (do) not today! Not not today! Not not today! Hey crow-tits, everyone, hands up Hey friends, hands up

But I saw myself in it. The girl I used to be. The woman I was becoming. And I wrote three words on the last page: Still becoming, always. Marla – POV When I walked through the schoolhouse the next morning, I noticed something new on the wall. A plaque. I hadn’t seen it before. It read: Rewrite was built on silence—transformed into song. This is not the end. This is where the chorus begins. River – POV The world didn’t get quieter. Injustice didn’t vanish.

he says, kissing me quick, careless, real. We start walking again. The air smells like rain and second chances. Our steps fall in sync. I glance up at the skyline and whisper, “We did not just rewrite our names.” Micah finishes for me, softly: “We rewrote our world.” And this time, It is not the end. It is home.

I rolled down the window and threw the phone onto the asphalt, watching it shatter in the side mirror. One last wave to Anne, who stood in the doorway beaming with pride. I slipped on the headphones, pressed play on whatever burned CD was inside. Natasha Bedingfield’s voice filled my ears: “No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten…” I took a deep, shaky breath, wiped my tears, and pressed the accelerator. “Let’s go, Juliet. Time to write a whole new fucking story.”