Hope you like them both and please comment "Become" I stand here and take a look in the mirror, And to my suprise it makes things so much clearer, I'm not gonna touch my wrists tonight! I'm not gonna play your games tonight! And I'm, Standing here in your rear view mirror, And I'll bet my reflection makes me seem nearer, But I'm not gonna chase you down the road! You made your choice and I'm alone! But so what? I'm not gonna be another statistic, I'm really not that pathetic, All that's on my mind right now, Is proving you wrong with what I'll become. Become. But I'm not gonna play your games again, We'd come so far but it had to end, I'm so stupid I forgot what you said! And if looks could kill I guess we'd both be dead. (But lucky for us) I'm not gonna be another statistic, I'm really not that pathetic, All that's on my mind right now, Is proving you wrong with what I'll become. Become. I'm looking you up and down and round, Keeping my feet upon the ground, You regret driving off without a sound, Could have come back, now you're not allowed. I'm not gonna be another statistic, I'm really not that pathetic, All that's on my mind right now, Is proving you wrong with what I'll become. Become. I'm not gonna be another statistic, I'm really not that pathetic, All that's on my mind right now, Is proving you wrong with what I'll become. Become. "Roses" "Follow your dreams." "But you're holding me back." And through all of it they say, that they are not, But we know that it's true in our hearts, Every dream that we have just departs, Like an angel that's wandered too far, But like devils we've fought so hard, And I just can't keep up... Look at that; an opportunity taken away from me, 'Cause I've an attitude, really it's 'cause I'm sixteen, But we know that it's true in our hearts, Every dream that we have's torn apart, Like an angel that's wandered too far, And for one second let down his guard, And just couldn't fight back... So I fall down, I can't stand up, My bones are weak, they're not enough, And if roses weren't red, they were black and blue, Then would my most loving song mean anything to you? "You're not good enough, get out of my room." I guess you've never heard of love in the afternoon, But we know that it's love in our hearts, Every dream that we have just restarts, Like an angel that's wandered too far, But like devils we've fought so hard, And I just can't give up... So I fall down, I can't stand up, My bones are weak, they're not enough, And if roses weren't red, they were black and blue, Then would my most loving song mean anything to you? "Follow your dreams." "But you're holding me back." And through all of it they say, that they are not, Look at that; an opportunity taken away from me, 'Cause I've an attitude, really it's 'cause I'm sixteen, "You're not good enough, get out of my room." I guess you've never heard of love in the afternoon. So I fall down, I can't stand up, My bones are weak, they're not enough, And if roses weren't red, they were black and blue, Then would my most loving song mean anything to you?