Sometimes I feel exactly like a ghost im just reacting To all the bullshit that surrounds me and that slowly tries to drown me Don’t tell me to place nice cause these men are merely mice Like a plague infesting earth, preying on us since our birth But always moving right along to all the ones who’ll do them wrong Cause they’re too blind to realise or to see us through their real eyes So they keep on breaking hearts and tearing the innocent ones apart Until the only ones remaining are the ones who’ll rot their brains And take them for everything they’ve got, cause they love them, love them not And then they all come crawling back now cause they figured out the truth now That the ones that they betrayed are the ones that wouldve stayed By their side through hell or high, water but your love was a lie Cursed the day she learnt your name cause now she’ll never be the same Since you ripped her bleeding heart from her chest, tore it apart Then you threw it on the cold hard floor so you could stomp on it some more Yet she still wakes up each day and tries her best to find her way To push the pain down deep inside even though it feels like she’s gonna die But she refuses to give up now even though she’s got no idea how She’s gotta keep going for her kids and try to forget everything he did Knowing that she also played her part and now she’s gotta try to heal her heart So she can take another chance on another hopeless romance But maybe this one will prevail and maybe this time it won’t fail Then her heart can finally rest in the arms of a man who stands the test Of time cause this guys not gonna bail so she can finally get her fairytale
A little white lie never hurt no one A little white lie, it was just some fun But little white lies turn to great big ones Now your little white lies weigh a God damn ton
I’ve always tried my hardest to be such a good girl To follow all the rules and to fit into this world But I’ll never quite fit in and now I know exactly why Their rules were just my chains in a clever ass disguise
I’ve had my heart beaten up and torn up into shreds By those who could care less if I wound up cold and dead I’ve almost come so close to that point now once or twice But something deep inside of me refuses to play nice
I swallowed all their pills that they promised me would help And tried hard to accept all of the cards that I’d been dealt Tried filling up my empty heart and emptying my mind With whiskey, gin and ecstasy blurring up the lines
For most of all my life Ive been here struggling alone While searching for that someone else that I can call my home Cause home is not a place like a city or a town It’s someone you feel safe with and can let your guard down
I’m never gonna settle for some half assed lying fake I’ve been there twice already and it’s more than I could take Don’t need a superman or a shiny diamond ring Just a man to treat me like a queen so he can be my king
See I just want my very own forever ride or die Who always has my back and won’t need to tell me lies But loyalty is hard to find in this new modern age And red flags painted white just seem to be the trend these days
I wear a purple heart But I havnt been to war Well not the kind you’re thinking of It’s one that’s at my core
I wear a purple heart Although nobody can tell It’s black and blue a little too It’s seen its share of hell
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The Gaelic form of the surname Joyce is Seoigh pronounced sho ya/sho-i-ga.The name may be of French locational origins from the village of Josse sur Mer, in Calvados, Normandy Glamorganshire (Welsh: Sir Forgannwg), a region of South Wales, anciently part of the Welsh kingdom of Glywysing, where they held a family seat from very early times and were granted lands by Duke William of Normandy, their liege Lord, for their distinguished assistance at the Battle of Hastings.They settled in the far west of Connacht, on the borders of Mayo and Galway, where their descendants became completely gaelicised, ruling the territory in the barony of Ross – today still known as ‘Joyce’s Country’The Joyces were one of the fourteen ‘Tribes of Galway‘, who had seats in Mervue, Woodquay, and parts of County Mayo.James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (1882-1941), Irish author, best known for his novel “Ulysses” in 1922, “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man” in 1916.Richard Joyce was a goldsmith around 1700 who is credited with the origins of the Claddagh ring.”Death before dishonour”.We do know from the Battle Abbey Rolls that recorded the companions of William the Conqueror that a Cil de Jort (Lord of Jort) fought for William. It is assumed that this is the same person as Robertus de Jorz who was recorded in the Domesday Book 20 years later as owning land in Nottinghamshire.As the Joys became Gaelicised so too did the name which morphed to Clann Seioghe.There is a distinct branch of Joyces from England who do not appear to be related to those with Connemara roots, another branch related to the English Jowsey family and yet another related to a Josse family with roots in Scotland but some suggestion that they may have gone to Scotland via Ireland.Harden is a hamlet, in the parish of Bingley, union of Keighley, Upper division of the wapentake of Skyrack, in the West Riding of Yorkshire.In Scotland, the family claim Harden in Roxburghshire as their ancient homesteadThe surname was first found in Berwickshire, Scotland•William John English VC (1882-1941), Irish recipient of the Victoria CrossDerived from the Old Norse word manningi, which means a valiant man.The surname Manning was first found in SuffolkThe oldest record of the family occurs in Domesday [Book]Mannings Heath is a village in the Horsham District of West Sussex, England.• Corporal Sidney E. Manning soldier in the United States Army who received the Medal of Honor for World War IIrish, scottish, welsh, englishConnacht, mayo, galway
The rain fell gently over me, reminding me of the past. It felt cool on my dry faded skin. Then the sun came out from behind the clouds, drying me. I felt the cold hard cement holding me in place and a breeze gently passing me. All around me, others just like me, stood like cookie cutter statues all in a row. We all shared the same sadness and longing for home. A home we would never see again.
I tried not to think about my last day there but sometimes i could still hear the sound of the saw cutting through my body. Then that almighty crash as i fell to the ground, surrounded by my friends. I wondered if they had suffered a similar fate to mine. I had reached out to those nearest to me when i felt the first blow. My life energy had surged from my roots and into theirs, passing along my strength to help them grow even stronger.
Now i could no longer feed from the earth that had surrounded my roots. I could never again soak up the rain or breathe in the air. My limbs had all been removed so i couldnt offer shade or a home for the animals anymore. My bark had been stripped away, leaving my trunk exposed. I would no longer grow any closer to the sky. My only purpose now, was to serve as a place for things to be hung. A lifeless ghost of my former green glory. Never to bloom again.