Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Lets Talk Harry Potter! --SPOILERS!

So I recognize that the blog about my absolute favorite book series in the world is quite over due, hence the name of my blog. I have indeed been called That Harry Potter girl more than once, and I'm totally okay with this. I could care less if people make fun of me for loving the series so much. I pity them, in fact, because they can't find the beauty that I can within the pages. It's---er---magic! 

FIRST THING FIRST! 
 It needs to be clear that I am a fan of the BOOKS! The only movies I slightly liked were the 6th, and Part 1 and 2. 

I've been reading the books since the first came out (1997) when I was 9 years old. In a way, I grew up right alongside Harry. He was 11 in the first book, and I was 9. When the 2nd book came out and he was 12, I was 10. 3rd, Harry 13, me 11. 4th, Harry 14 and me 12. 5th, Harry 15 and me 14. 6th, Harry and I were both 16. 7th, Harry was 17 and I was 18. What was the point of this little time line? To show I really did grow up with this series, of course! 

I like to think of this generation as being the Potter generation. I know I am not the only person who grew up right alongside these characters. Though I was a reader even before age 9, I think the series had a great impact on my imagination. These characters became my friends at times when real people kind of sucked. If it weren't for Harry Potter, I might not be an aspiring writer myself. If I could create a cast of characters as intricately as J.K. Rowling has, make them as lovable, hate-able, memorable, and magical as she has, I'll count myself as a success. 

One thing that makes me sad is when people write Harry Potter off as stupid or evil before they've even cracked a book. I also (in my opinion) think it is irresponsible to teach children to fear something that you yourself haven't taken the time to investigate. Honestly, Harry Potter is no more evil than the Chronicles of Narnia or Lord of the Rings, and I haven't heard nearly as much commotion over those two series' as I have HP. I don't know if it's because those are considered classics and HP is modern, but I doubt it. I think that it's because there was no question as to what religion C.S. Lewis and J.R.R Tolkein belonged to, and Rowling kept her personal life tight to her vest (though now she has made it public that she belongs to the Church of Scotland and attends church regularly). Anyway, do me a favor and before you completely cast ole' Harry and the gang off as evil, read the books, 1st through 7th. Don't start in the middle, say the 4th, where things start getting a bit more intense. That's like starting Lord of the Rings in the middle of the Two Towers, not having a clue why all these Orks are going crazy and trying to kill some short dude with hairy feet. SAME THING PEOPLE, SAME THING! You CANNOT judge a whole series by one scary moment in a book when you have no idea why it's there in the first place. 

Does Harry Potter get scary? Absolutely! Imagine yourself being captured by a bunch of evil scary people and watching the devil himself come up to you in a cemetery! That stuffs crazy, man! But, you know, if you bother to read the books, you will see a very clear line between "good" and "evil" in the books. Yes, every single character (including Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter himself) have bad points and the capability of darkness, and I hate to be the bearer of bad news...but so do you. We are ALL capable of doing great evils. There is a smudge of darkness inside every good person, and the ray of light inside every dark person. It's just the way it is. As I am not a mind reader (Trelawney is in the loo, so I can't ask her) I do not know what religion you subscribe to, but I'm sure you're familiar with the concept of Yin and Yang? Whether or not you think it's rubbish (personally, I don't subscribe to that religion), but you have to admit it has a point. For every negative, there is positive. There is good, and evil. God, and the devil. In the case of Harry Potter, you have Harry and the ones who fight for the Light, and Voldemort and those who follow him into Darkness. 

Harry Potter is ultimately a story about Love, Friendship, Courage, and choosing to do what is right rather than what is easy. Around the time she started this series, Rowling's mother passed away, and it spurred her to write something about the love a mother has for her child. Rowling herself is a mother and knew quite a bit about that.

Anyway, I've heard a lot of arguments against Harry Potter, and as dorky as this sounds, I've made it a mission of my academic life to refute these things. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with all the research I've been doing. A paper? Who will I give it to? No idea. Dissertation? Maybe. Probably. Something about how religon impacts modern fantasy literature or vise versa etc., 

I have no idea. All I know is that I want to help ease the minds of parents who have a problem with the series and prove that, if you look and read the series as its really meant to be, it could even be considered the most epic Christian series since The Chronicles of Narnia. I wouldn't call it that, personally. I think that it has many biblical illusions and there is a lot of greatness to be brought out of the books, but honestly, I don't think Rowling wrote it to be an out right Christian series. I think she wrote one heck of a series and gave light to those of us who were fighting our own personal darkness. I've read the series several times over and I gleam new things every time I read it. I continue to find solace in the pages.

Secondly, my love for Severus Snape
 (I have to write in green to show my Slytherin pride)

Now, anyone who has known me for any length of time knows that Severus Snape is not only my favorite character in the Harry Potter world, but my favorite character in literature period. He is probably one of the most complex characters ever created, and I absolutely dig his snarky attitude! 

I had a lot of emotions wrapped up in the fate of Severus Snape. I was a freshman in college when the 7th book came out and all the questions people had about Severus were answered. Personally, I never doubted his loyalty. Not to brag, but my friend Josh and I predicted a lot of what came to be in the 7th book, right down to who the infamous R.A.B. was and which Weasley would leave us for good. I always knew Severus was Dumbledore's man and would be to the very end. I also, sadly, predicted his ultimate demise. I feel no shame in telling you, dear reader, that I sobbed quite heavily when I read of the death of our dearly beloved and misunderstood Potions Master. When I watched it on the screen, I sobbed again. Though I'm not a huge fan of the movies (which I'll address in a few paragraphs) it hit me hard to see it on the screen. 

But I digress. When I was in high school, I had a few super awful relationships. Well, okay, the relationships themselves weren't awful, but the endings SUCKED! I was cheated on, lied to, and used by at least one of them. The other one, I didn't figure out till later that he hadn't exactly been honest with me either. These were two guys I really thought were genuine. Only one had I fallen in love with, really thought could be the one, and that crushed me. I'd known him for a really long time, he was my best friend, and my first love. I felt betrayed and really screwed up in the head because I just didn't understand. So, when the 7th book came out, I was like "Okay, he HAS to be a good guy, because if he isn't, every man I've ever had faith in will officially have let me down!" besides my Daddy. Daddy never ever, not once, let me down. He was awesome.

Severus Snape did not let me down. He fell in love once in his life and let it transform him. This transformation is evident in not only his extremely selfless and brave actions, but his Patronus is changed. A Patronus is kind of like someones spirit animal, in a way. And it can be change when someone is going through an emotional upheaval. Tonks shows this to us for the first time when she falls in love with Remus Lupin and hers changes to a wolf. Well, Severus is and always has been in love with the late Lily Evans Potter, who's Patronus was supposedly a doe (her husband James was an Animagus and turned into a stag when transforming). In my opinion, Severus is the real hero of the series because, without him right from the beginning, Harry would had failed. Harry recognizes this, naming one of his sons Albus Severus, and telling him that Severus was probably the braves man he'd ever known. Too right, Harry! 

Alright, now down to business. Why do I have a problem with the movies? Sit back and relax folks, this may take a while. 

Firstly, they left out too much. I understand that the books are huge, complex, and quite intricate, but for Pete's sake, they left out whole characters who were absolutely necessary to create the full picture! Anyone remember Ludo Bagman from Goblet of Fire? Yeah, probably not. But he was there! As was Winky the house-elf, and freaking CHARLIE WEASLEY! How could they leave out a Weasley!!!!!!!!!! And we don't see Bill till part 1 which is ridiculous! We meet the elder Weasley brothers in the beginning of Goblet of Fire!!! And Bill's injury due to Fenrir Greyback is sorely understated. His face is JACKED UP and they gave him an almost pretty scar on his face. Ridiculous, I tell you! Also, Remus Lupin and Tonks are extremely important characters whose importance was very much down played. I was extremely disappointed when they left out a lot of their story line from the 5th movie on. Anyone remember in the 7th book when Remus totally blew Harry into a wall after Harry gave him what for about not being happy about Tonks being pregnant? No? Well, it happened, and they left it out! It was an incredible scene in the book and it was what knocked sense into Remus' head! I mean, it was necessary. As was Mundugus Fletcher, who we meet in the 5th book. Not introduced till the 7th. Majorly underplayed character as well. Also, Harry's hair is always shaggy and unkempt. It's a point Rowling makes over and over to tye him with his father James.  5th movie, they cut his bloody hair! His hair is short! Never short in the books guys! And by the by, Hermione's dress is periwinkle blue in Goblet of Fire, not bloody pink.  Also, Harry shares his emerald eyes with his mother Lily. I understand the actor was allergic or whatnot to the contacts they tried to have him wear, but there is something called video editing. Coulda edited that stuff. Also, Lily's younger self in the movies has brown eyes. WRONG! I could go on and on with the disappointments but not lets get on to my second complaint.

Casting! They screwed up majorly on some characters, and were absolutely spot on with others! Lets start with the positive
Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley


The golden trio was perfectly chosen. These three actors/actress embody their characters nearly perfectly. Daniel Radcliffe has done an amazing job carrying the burden of being Harry Potter. Radcliffe is a perfect fit for Potter physically as well as in personality. I wish they had of edited his eyes to be green, but oh well I reckon. Rupert Grint is a proud little ginger who grows into his character perfectly. He's so adorable when he's little, and plays the awkward teenager amazingly as well. I was very happy with their selection for Ron. Hermione as well. Emma Watson gives off this air of intelligent superiority, as does Hermione, and the hair is adorable! I understand they were unable to give her large teeth, I could live with that oddity, because Watson is so stinkin' perfect as Hermione in every other way. 


Other characters they got right? Luna Lovegood. Evanna Lynch IS Luna Lovegood. As was the man who played her father, they were both spot on. Neville Longbottom was also portrayed perfectly by Matthew Lewis. Neville is one of those underdog characters that you absolutely love to watch grow and prove himself properly chosen to be a Gryffindor. Honestly, the casting isn't that bad. Okay okay, they did great on the castings. I just wish they hadn't screwed up the ones they did. 


Here are the people I felt like they got wrong: Every single Marauder, including James Potter. 

The people making the movies made them all to be much older than they are in the books. James and Lily Potter always appear to be middle-aged. They were 21 when they died. The Marauder's were all about 38 when the series ends. I like all the actors who play them, but they are just simply too old. Where Severus is concerned, Alan Rickman was PERFECT if Severus were an older man , but he's not. He's the same age as the lot. I honestly don't think they could have found a better Snape, but facts are facts and Rickman is 60. I have no suggestion for who could have done it better, because in my opinion, no one could. I also don't know anyone who could have been Lily or James, as neither of them interested me much during the series. 

Remus Lupin would  be better played by Ewan McGregor. 
Or  Dominic West. Both men appear to be younger (and more handsome) in my opinion and I just like their acting. 

Sirius Black should have been played by my personal favorite actor, Hugh Jackman! Not only is he absolutely gorgeous (Sirius is described as handsome) he's an amazing actor and I think would do Sirius' character justice. Gary Oldman (or however you spell his name) is a great actor, as is the man who plays Lupin, but they simply do not fit, characterization wise. 


Wormtail I suppose is okay since he definitely looks like a rat. 




Alright, I'm done with the writing of this blog. I mean, it's incredibly long. Maybe I'll come back to the subject later, but for now, this is my two cents about the wonderful world of Harry Potter! 


Have a magical night all! 
Alison


P.S. This video is amazing. Please enjoy :D 

"Wizard Love" -Meekakitty ft. Heyhihello

(I never thought you'd be in my life)

Who would have known that I could like a boy like you
Tall dark and Slytherin, what's a girl to do?
You used your Nimbus to sweep me off my feet.
But now without you by my side I feel incomplete.

Slytherin and Gryffindor, parted by the sorting hat
From rival houses boy but we don't have to be like that
Cause you've confundesed me, and now I'm feeling well
Like this is magical, I'm under your spell.

I never thought you'd be in my life
Two different worlds that we let collide
and it will never be the way it was before
Cause baby I'm a Slytherin and girl you are a Gryffindor

Yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
Cause baby I'm a Slytherin and girl you are a Gryffindor

Walking down a corridor with tricks right up my sleeve
bump into this girl that's on my floor, she just wants to see
what would it be like to hold hands with someone dark
who would have you don't need a wand to start a spark

I'll slyther up to you, you can be my lion cub
Let's share a butter beer down at Rosemerta's pub
I'll chase right after you, you are my golden snitch
I'll be your Wizard love, you are are my only witch

I never thought you'd be in my life
Two different worlds that we let collide
and it will never be the way it was before
Cause baby I'm a Slytherin and girl you are a Gryffindor

Yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
Cause baby I'm a Slytherin and girl you are a Gryffindor

Oh girl, this isn't like me.
Two hearts quickly beating.
Ooooh, it's taking hald.
Now our world is shining read and gold.

I never thought you'd be in my life
Two different worlds that we let collide
and it will never be the way it was before
Cause baby I'm a Slytherin and girl you are a Gryffindor

I never thought you'd be in my life
Two different worlds that we let collide
and it will never be the way it was before
Cause baby I'm a Slytherin and girl you are a Gryffindor

Yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
Cause baby I'm a Slytherin and girl you are a Gryffindor












Monday, August 8, 2011

I Have A Secret!



I used to have this philosophy:
no secrets.

Now, not so much. I've noticed that, in the recent year or two, I've become an extremely hard person to get to know. When I was in junior college, I had a pretty wide circle of friends, and I was hardly shy. I'd talk to anyone. But then I guess my no secrets rule came back to haunt me. I figured that if I didn't have any secrets, there was nothing for anyone to hold over my head. But it seems that everyone has things they aren't too proud of, and sometimes you can't even trust the people you're closest to not to hold your past over your head or threaten to try to get you kicked out of school.

When I started at SAGU, I was super quiet, which was very unlike me. I didn't really understand why I was acting that way. It took me a long time to make any friends, and they took even longer to really let them in. I just didn't know who I could and couldn't trust. My old "friends" had screwed me up so badly, hosed me when I needed them the most, that they'd soured me on making friends in a new place. Even now that I have a nice circle of girls (and guy) that I hang with, only about three of them can claim that they actually know anything about my life. Sure, they all know my Dad died of cancer last summer. Yeah, most know that nearly two years ago one of my best friends was killed. But do they know that after Shelley was killed that I woke up with nightmares, covered in sweat? Or that a day hasn't gone by since Dad's been gone that I haven't cried? No, not many of them. To be honest...I'm not sure one of them even knows my favorite color.

This isn't a blog about how I have no friends. Hardly. I have friends, and good ones at that. Just because they don't know my favorite color (Cerulean) doesn't mean they aren't important to me. Doesn't mean they don't play a huge role in my life. Some of them might even be there for me if I needed them. The fact that people don't know much about me isn't their fault. I just play close to the vest these days.

But I recently read a book called By The Time You Read This I'll Be Dead by Julie Anne Peters,  about this girl who was bullied so badly all her life, that she made this huge plan to commit suicide. She finds this website and starts what she calls "purging" telling her story, and it made her feel better. In fact, it may have even saved her life, depending on how you read the ending. And no, I'm not suicidal or anything, but the book made me wanna share my bullying experiences on the off chance that maybe someone will stumble upon this random blog and maybe feel better knowing they aren't the only ones, you know?

So, I decided to write a blog telling you all something about myself, something that I don't talk about often. I'm gonna give this whole opening up thing a try. Again. Don't hose me guys.

Trichotillomania:
The compulsion to tear or pluck ones own hair from head and or face.

Yep, it's exactly what you think. Trich is a mental disorder associated with all the other fun "mania's" except mine, in my opinion, sucks way more. I've had it since I was 6 and I'm happy to say, it used to be way worse. When I was in the 7th grade, I pretty much had no eyelashes or eyebrows. I got picked on so much and got called ugly constantly. It sucked, to put it mildly.

Trichotillomania (or Trich, for short) is basically my brains way of dealing with stress and trauma. It's a neuro-biological disease/disorder, and is different for everyone. My experience with it is unique, because that's kinda just how it works. Everyone is different. It's more than  nervous habit. Sometimes it's a coping mechanism for stress and anxiety. We're not trying to damage ourselves, we don't do it on purpose, and some people don't even know when they are doing it. We do it because, most of the time, we can't not do it.

Mine has a lot to do with stress. My body dislikes stress. If I'm going through a "not picking" stage, then my body will do something else to cope with the stress, usually making itself sick. When I was around 12 or13 I had it really bad, and I went through hell for it. I was still very much a tom-boy and hadn't discovered the wonders of cosmetics yet, so barely having any eyelashes or eyebrows made me a target for a lot of people, even adults. People randomly asked me if I'd burned my eyebrows off, saying they looked singed. Complete strangers. Even my dentist said that to me once. And since we all know how cruel kids can be, school was no picnic. I was teased, made fun of, called ugly, crazy, all sorts of stuff. I hadn't been diagnosed yet, so I had no idea why I did it, and I wasn't about to explain myself, so I just stayed quiet. I was 14 when I was diagnosed, and it was nice to have my questions answered. Why couldn't I just stop? Because 1. I don't always know when I'm doing it. 2. A chemical imbalance isn't just something you can decide to get rid of one day.

This teasing, this name calling, had a profound effect on my life. Even after I stopped pulling so much and knew how to cover up my problem spots with makeup, I never felt very pretty. I didn't have a lot of confidence, so I took refuge in school work, reading, and eventually in writing. But I still felt ugly and not worth anything. For some reason, kids in high school seem to think that their beauty is measured on their outside appearance, and that's what we tend to measure our worth by. When I was 16, I fell in love for the first time, and that was the first time someone made me feel beautiful. I'll always be thankful to you for that, by the way :). But it wasn't till I was in my twenties that I started to realize that my beauty isn't measured in eyelashes and eyebrows.

I think it's fun to see people that I used to go to school with and see the shock on their faces at how I've changed. I'm not sure if my face is anymore prettier than it used to be, but my attitude sure is. People still notice that my eyelashes aren't as long as they should be, but instead of averting my eyes and walking with my head down, I just smile. Trich doesn't rule my life anymore. It's a part of my life and my circumstance, but it isn't who I am. I'm not ruled by my disease. I may not be it's master, but it's not my master either.

God wired my brain the way it is for a reason. Without the Trich, I may have ended up being a completely different person, and long eyelashes aren't worth that to me. I'm glad I grew up with it. It taught me how to be humble and be aware that we're all built differently. I was never one of those kids to pick on the different kids because I was one of the different kids. I'm extremely mentally strong, and I think I have my disease to thank for that. I can take a lot of punishment.

Don't make fun of the kid who smells in the back of the classroom. Chances are he doesn't live in a house with running water. Don't pick on the kid that's overweight and gets picked last for anything. Maybe he's got a thyroid disorder. Don't put the small skinny kid in a dumpster. Don't make fun of the person with rainbow hair, it's how they express themselves. Don't call the gay kid a faggot, dike, queer, or various other names. He/she is more comfortable with who they are than you ever will be.

Don't make fun of the art girl. She might draw art with blood on it, and if you dared to pay attention to her, you'd see the beauty. She wasn't quiet, she just had nothing to say to you. No, she wasn't a lesbian, she just didn't think any of you guys were worth her time and effort. She was right. And yes, a-hole, she owned a hair brush! You try having curly hair that doesn't like to cooperate in the morning. Are you the prick who drove by her and splashed her when she had to walk home one day in the rain? Were you the jerk who drove by and laughed when she ran her car off the drive way?

No, I wasn't.
She was my best friend.
She was a brilliant artist.
She was kind,
Hysterical,
Talented,
Beautiful,
And she was a better person than any of us will ever be.
Her name was Shelley.
I bet in high school, you never so much as said hi.
And I bet you cried at her funeral.

Bullies are weak, stupid, and often afraid. They bully people to make themselves feel better. The people that called her lesbians were probably sexually confused themselves. The girls who made fun of her curls would probably slave away with a curling iron and use a ton of hairspray trying to hold curls like she had naturally. They made fun of her art because they were too ignorant to understand it and they wished they could draw that good. Bullies are so afraid of being bullied that they pick on people who they think are weaker than them. Bullies don't like to be bullied.

Shelley didn't give a crap what people thought of her and she held her head up high, whether you noticed her raised head or not. She didn't need acknowledgment. She only ever wanted to be left in peace. But so many people wouldn't give her that peace.

The difference between Shelley and I was that I wanted to belong so badly, and I hated that I never could. I tried making fun of other kids along with my "friends", but at the end of the day, I saw myself in their eyes, and tried to take up their fight. It lost me almost all my friends (Shelley and Grady aside) but at least I could look myself in the face when I looked in the mirror.

The beginning of my junior year, I was in P.E with some of my other girlfriends. We were in class with this kid who didn't smell like roses and would randomly start running around the gym, or would just walk around running his hands on all of the railings. He wasn't exactly sharp, and he wasn't nice either. Naturally, he got a ton of crap. One of my friends hocked a loogie on the railing and got a kick out of it when he ran his hand over it and looked super confused.  Hilarious, right?

One day I was sitting reading a book in the bleachers while my friends were walking because I wasn't feeling well. I was reading Jesus Freaks, and this weird smelly kid decided to come and sit in front of me and start talking to me. Granted, I hadn't really been one of the people giving him crap, I just ignored the situation, so I didn't know why this kid was glaring at me from his seat. I sat down my book and was like, "Can I help you?" Said kid looks at me and informs me that Jesus isn't real. I asked him why he thought so, and he said because so much bad stuff happens in the world. I told him that if bad stuff didn't happen, good stuff couldn't either. He said something I thought was really out of line, so I asked him with his beef was with me. He told me he didn't think the snot thing was funny. I told him I didn't do it. He looked me square in the face and said, "Yeah, but I didn't see you breaking your neck to stop them either."

Talk about a huge slap in the face. Of course, being a stupid 16 year old kid, I was like, dude, I don't even know you. So he decided I should know him. He told me he was in foster care with his little brother and his foster parents didn't have running water, that's why he smelled funny. He said he'd had a girlfriend where he was before, but he was being abused by those foster rents so he was moved. These abused him too. I can't even remember his name now.

I never told any of my friends that I'd had this talk with him. They don't know to this day, I don't guess. I asked them to stop making fun of him, but that didn't go over too well. So, I left Italy High School, went to Navarro, and got an entirely new life. I gained confidence, learned about life, and learned how to walk with my head high...just like Shelley had all those years before me. 

My beauty is not measured by your standards. I am not crazy, stupid, worthless, or ugly. I am of God's design. I'm extremely intelligent, funny, and beautiful. I'm strong despite how weak you tried to make me look. High school wasn't my glory days. I rose above everything I went through...

So can you, reader. Through my experiences, and Shelley's, I hope you learned something. If you were the kid that got picked on, be proud of it. You're different, which makes you scary. You're a threat to those who tow the line and try to be just like everyone else. Use it to your advantage. You are everything they don't have the guts to be. Walk down the hallway with your head up, and think about Shelley. Be strong like Shelley. Die well, like Shelley. Just don't die before your time, or because anyone made you measure your worth by false ideas and standards. Suicide is letting the bully win. Be the person you were meant to be. That'll piss them off more than anything!

And if you're the bully, remember this: Someday, you may be sitting at the funereal of one of your fellow classmates who was taken before her time. You will have to sit there, watch her family grieve, and see the looks her friends give you. I was so angry at Shelley's funeral because the people that were crying the hardest were the people who treated her the worst. But now I just feel sorry for them. I am glad I wont find myself in that kind of position.

Think before you speak. Your actions impact other peoples lives. I was so messed up as a kid because no one cared to figure out what I am all about. But now I know it matters more that I know what I'm all about. I'm glad I finally do.

On my wedding day, I'll march down that aisle toward a man who doesn't give a crap if I have eyelashes or not. I will not wear fake ones just to look better in pictures. I will marry my future husband exactly as I am, because that's how God made me. Who knows, maybe I'll have a full set of eyelashes or my very own by then, but maybe I wont. That's okay, I'm hot stuff anyway!  :) And I know what I look like in a pair of shorts. Dad's long legs were a nice hand-me-down genetically speaking. Bet you wish you'd asked me out when you had the chance. But you were too busy calling me ugly. Guess I get to laugh all the way to the alter into the arms of someone who not only adores me now, but adored me then. Followed me around and had a huge crush on me. Liked me even when I was at my most unattractive because he liked what I was about. He still does :) And he put a ring on it!

Well, there it is. Me trying to not play close to the vest. Speaking my mind and opening up about myself. Feels kind of good. :)

This world is hard enough to live in without us making it harder on each other. Do you realize what we could do if we all just banned together and refused to let hate drag us down? If we were all a little bit more like Shelley, this world would be so much better.

Signing off with all my love!

Ali
                                                                                                                                                    


"World So Cold"-12 Stones
It starts with pain
Followed by hate
Fueled by the endless questions
No one can answer
A stain
Covers your heart
Tears you apart just like a sleeping cancer

Now I don't believe men are born to be killers
I don't believe this world can't be saved
How did you get here and when did it start
An innocent child with a thorn in his heart

What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate
Losing control of our feelings
We all must be dreaming this life away
In a world so cold

Are you sane? Where's the shame?
A moment of time passes by
You cannot rewind
Who's to blame and where did it start
Is there a cure for your sickness, have you no heart?

Now I don't believe men are born killers
I don't believe this world can't be saved
How did you get here and when did it start
An innocent child with a thorn in his heart

What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate?
Losing control of our feeling
We're dreaming this life away

What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate?
Selling our souls for no reason
We all must be dreaming this life away
In a world so cold

There's a sickness inside you that wants to escape
It's a feeling you get when you can't find your way
So how many times must you fall to your knees
Never, never, never, never, never do this again

It starts with pain followed by hate
Now I don't believe men are born to be killers
And I don't believe this world can't be saved

What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate
Losing control of our feelings
We're dreaming this life away

What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate?
Selling our souls for no reason
We all must be dreaming this life away
In a world so cold

In a world so cold