untitled screenplayAlexis: (voice-over) [panoramic view of city—>Pasadena~ roof; “Brave” by Idina Menzel intro underscoring]untitled screenplay
Tears can’t bring a dead man back. Nor can they bring back a lost love. When do the best moments of our lives become but a mere memory? Is there a specific day our worlds shatter and everything we’ve ever known disappears? Or is it coincidental?
“Don’t know just where I’m going, and tomorrow, it’s a little overwhelming; and the air is cold and I’m not the same anymore. I’ve been running i
Plea.Without making a sound, You suffer in silence. When you hit the ground You don’t cry out in pain.Plea.
Everyone leaves, It’s just part of life. So just let them go, Rid yourself of the strife.
No one ever said Life would be easy. But you shouldn’t have to dread Each passing day.
Beaten and bleeding Broken and lifeless; Never succeeding, Ready to quit.
Do yourself a favor And just let go. You should savor
Each day in your life.
Be strong, my dear, I know that you can.
StarsUnder the immense night sky, The silver stars twinkle, Reflecting in your smiling eyes. She’s at home in your arms. And the night will never die.Stars
Serenaded in the moonlight She runs toward love, She’s lost the fight. She runs from the sadness That’s bound to ignite The fire in her weary soul.
The moon begins to hide— Ashamed by what he’s caused. The sun attempts to rise— Covered by the clouds. Unable to see the lies, She continues to run.
Serenaded in the moonlight She runs toward love,
UntitledAs I lie on the asphalt, my heart slowly—barely—beating, pumping the blood that runs through my veins and onto the ground, I let my thoughts drift. The first question I come across—who am I? My name sits on the tip of my tongue, begging—almost threatening—to make itself known. I still can’t seem to remember anything about myself. My name—all I once knew—slips away into the night. What am I doing here? Why am I lying in the street, alone, in the middle of the night? I know—somehow—that I should feel pain, but I don’t. Does that mean I’m dead? Was I ever even alive? &nUntitled
Something GreatThere's something you should hear I've gotten myself here and soon I will go furthur But what you don't know it All I want is to be somewhere A tree on a hill And I will be free I have gotten myself here And soon on the day that I wake up Soon the curtain will fall And nothing at all Will stand behindSomething Great
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