u/NewTS_Rayli_Lover

Everybody’s got a story and a role,
Everybody’s hiding something in their soul.
Yeah, they’ll wear a crown of glory and of pride,
But they’ve got a darker shadow they can’t hide.

There’s an angel holding steady on your right,
But the devil’s screaming louder on your left.
And the air is getting colder,
While you’re holding your breath.

The angel’s got the map, but the devil’s got the wheel,
And neither one of them can tell me how to feel.
I’m the architect of every bridge I’ve had to burn,
Just a lesson that I’m always gonna learn—

There’s a piece of HEAVEN
That I’m never gonna lose,
No matter which road I choose.

I’ve been staring at a stranger in the silver,
I’ve been the smudge on the window,
I’ve been the crack in the glass.
Watching all the "perfect" people,
As they’re walking on past.

But there’s a gold underneath the gray,
A light that never went out,
Even when I’m screaming
Into the hollow of the doubt.

A little bit of truth and a heavy dose of lies,
It’s the anchor in our hearts and the static in our skies.
It’s not a battle you win, it’s a balance you find,
I might be a mess, but I’ve got a piece of mind.

Just the truth and the lies...
But I’ve got a piece of heaven.
Yeah, I’m still holding on to heaven...

I kiss my boyfriend, but when he asks if I was wearing chapstick and I say yes he gets weird. And then if he kisses me again my chapstick suddenly disappears. Is this supposed to happen? His lips are cold and his hands are cold, but his face is hot, and he gets distant when he's in a bad mood, but then when I leave him alone he asks if he did something wrong.

Internment means keeping people confined or imprisoned, often during a war or for political reasons, usually without a normal trial.

I've seen so many things on reddit talking about or needing gold, but idk what it is or how you get it.

I am going on my gradventure trip this friday, and I don't know what to wear, what to bring, and what to ride. I need help! We aregoing to universal, and the ride there from my school is about an hour and 30 minutes. I don't want to bring something i could forget, but i also dont want to be bored either. Any advice at all on what I should bring/do for gradventure would be amazing!

The policy of giving in to an aggressors demands to keep the peace.

How is my second song? Is it too long, or not long enough? Is the imagery/symbolism too much or no?

Title: Truth and Lies

Everybody’s got a story and a role,
Everybody’s hiding something in their soul.
Yeah, they’ll wear a crown of glory and of pride,
But they’ve got a darker shadow they can’t hide.

There’s an angel holding steady on your right,
But the devil’s screaming louder on your left.
And the air is getting colder,
While you’re holding your breath.

The angel’s got the map, but the devil’s got the wheel,
And neither one of them can tell me how to feel.
I’m the architect of every bridge I’ve had to burn,
Just a lesson that I’m always gonna learn—

There’s a piece of HEAVEN
That I’m never gonna lose,
No matter which road I choose.

I’ve been staring at a stranger in the silver,
I’ve been the smudge on the window,
I’ve been the crack in the glass.
Watching all the "perfect" people,
As they’re walking on past.

But there’s a gold underneath the gray,
A light that never went out,
Even when I’m screaming
Into the hollow of the doubt.

A little bit of truth and a heavy dose of lies,
It’s the anchor in our hearts and the static in our skies.
It’s not a battle you win, it’s a balance you find,
I might be a mess, but I’ve got a piece of mind.

Just the truth and the lies...
But I’ve got a piece of heaven.
Yeah, I’m still holding on to heaven...

Title: STATIC

hey, I wrote this late at night and I like the idea, but I can’t tell if I’m overdoing the whole “static / signal” thing

I’m mostly wondering if the chorus hits or starts to feel repetitive, and if any lines come off weak or trying too hard

lyrics:

2 a.m. and the frequency’s blurring.
Got a thousand voices, but none of them are yours.
I’m tracing the lines where the signal is stirring,
Trying to find the keys to the locked-up doors.
You were a ghost in a faded old picture.
Now you’re just a hum in the wire.
I’m caught in the middle of a holy scripture
And the smoke from a dying fire.

And it’s buzz, buzz, buzzing in my head.
Everything we did and everything we said.
Is it a sign, or is it just the wind?
Where does the truth end and the noise begin?

I’m lost in the static, feeling erratic.
Trying to tune into something dramatic.
You’re a ghost in the airwaves, a glitch in the screen.
The loudest silence I’ve ever seen.

Yeah, it’s all just static, cold and automatic.
I’m losing the signal, it’s getting problematic.
But I’m holding the dial, waiting for the break.
How much of this noise can one heart take?

They say the reception is better in the daylight,
But I’m still seeing snow on the edge of the frame.
Searching for a pulse in the middle of a fistfight,
Trying to remember how to whisper your name.
It’s a highway blur, it’s a technicolor fever.
It’s the space between what I want and what I need.
I’m a skeptic, I’m a desperate believer,
Waiting for the static to finally recede.

And it’s buzz, buzz, buzzing in my head.
Everything we did and everything we said.
Is it a sign, or is it just the wind?
Where does the truth end and the noise begin?

I’m lost in the static, feeling erratic.
Trying to tune into something dramatic.
You’re a ghost in the airwaves, a glitch in the screen.
The loudest silence I’ve ever seen.

Yeah, it’s all just static, cold and automatic.
I’m losing the signal, it’s getting problematic.
But I’m holding the dial, waiting for the break.
How much of this noise can one heart take?

I’m reaching for a frequency I used to know.
But the more I lean in, the further it goes.
The world is a radio I can’t turn down.
I’m screaming for clarity but I might just drown
In the white noise... the white noise...

(Guitar Solo)

I’m lost in the static, feeling erratic.
Trying to tune into something dramatic.
You’re a ghost in the airwaves, a glitch in the screen.
The loudest silence I’ve ever seen.

Yeah, it’s all just static, cold and automatic.
I’m losing the signal, it’s getting problematic.
But I’m holding the dial, waiting for the break.
How much of this noise can one heart take?

Yeah, it’s getting problematic.
Just the static...
Automatic...

I would appreciate any honest thoughts

Title: STATIC

hey, I wrote this late at night and I like the idea, but I can’t tell if I’m overdoing the whole “static / signal” thing

I’m mostly wondering if the chorus hits or starts to feel repetitive, and if any lines come off weak or trying too hard

lyrics:

2 a.m. and the frequency’s blurring
Got a thousand voices, but none of them are yours
I’m tracing the lines where the signal is stirring
Trying to find the keys to the locked-up doors
You were a ghost in a faded old picture
Now you’re just a hum in the wire
I’m caught in the middle of a holy scripture
And the smoke from a dying fire

And it’s buzz, buzz, buzzing in my head
Everything we did and everything we said
Is it a sign, or is it just the wind?
Where does the truth end and the noise begin?

I’m lost in the static, feeling erratic
Trying to tune into something dramatic
You’re a ghost in the airwaves, a glitch in the screen
The loudest silence I’ve ever seen

Yeah, it’s all just static, cold and automatic
I’m losing the signal, it’s getting problematic
But I’m holding the dial, waiting for the break
How much of this noise can one heart take?

They say the reception is better in the daylight
But I’m still seeing snow on the edge of the frame
Searching for a pulse in the middle of a fistfight
Trying to remember how to whisper your name
It’s a highway blur, it’s a technicolor fever
It’s the space between what I want and what I need
I’m a skeptic, I’m a desperate believer
Waiting for the static to finally recede

And it’s buzz, buzz, buzzing in my head
Everything we did and everything we said
Is it a sign, or is it just the wind?
Where does the truth end and the noise begin?

I’m lost in the static, feeling erratic
Trying to tune into something dramatic
You’re a ghost in the airwaves, a glitch in the screen
The loudest silence I’ve ever seen

Yeah, it’s all just static, cold and automatic
I’m losing the signal, it’s getting problematic
But I’m holding the dial, waiting for the break
How much of this noise can one heart take?

I’m reaching for a frequency I used to know
But the more I lean in, the further it goes
The world is a radio I can’t turn down
I’m screaming for clarity but I might just drown
In the white noise... the white noise...

(Guitar Solo)

I’m lost in the static, feeling erratic
Trying to tune into something dramatic
You’re a ghost in the airwaves, a glitch in the screen
The loudest silence I’ve ever seen

Yeah, it’s all just static, cold and automatic
I’m losing the signal, it’s getting problematic
But I’m holding the dial, waiting for the break
How much of this noise can one heart take?

Yeah, it’s getting problematic.
Just the static...
Automatic...

I would appreciate any honest thoughts.