Letters to the Rock Stars

-To The Rockstars I-

Give me a reason to believe the lies you’re telling me.
Make me believe that you are who you say you are.
I just need one excuse, because you’re the only ones left.
You guys are the only thing I want to believe in anymore.
You and your words.

Give me a reason and I’ll believe you forever.
Maybe I know you’re lying to me, but I don’t really care.
I don’t want to believe in anything anymore.
Except maybe you guys.

So come up with some half assed excuse!
Come up with some fantastical lies!
Tell me your demons, your angels, your monsters, your saints!
Tell me you care about me, tell me you understand what IT’s like!
Tell me you’re with me when the world starts spinning too fast.
Tell me you know what it’s like to stop wanting anymore.
That you know what it’s like to seem to lose nothing and yet everything.
Tell me you know why I fall apart and tell me that you do too.
I’ll believe whatever you say because I need to.

Make some promises so you can break them.
Tell me you’ll still be here when I need you.
Just give me a reason to believe you. I will.
I always do.

-To The Rock Stars II-

If you knew how much we depended on you,
I mean really depended on you,
What would you do?
Do you depend on us just as much?
Are we the ones who keep you alive?
Do we keep you hanging on to that last shred of hope,
When you don’t see any other reason to go on?

How much does it hurt you when we turn away?
How bad does it burn when we say we don’t care anymore?
(And then do you understand how much it hurts us when you say the same things?)
What apologies could we offer, what price could we pay for such a crime?

The truth is that there’s nothing we can say that would be enough.
So many of us owe you guys almost everything.
Some of us owe you our lives, but would that scare you if you knew that?
Would it worry you? Add more pressure?
But don’t you understand? When you’re up there and we can see you
and we pretend that you see us too, you’re helping.

You make us alive. We believe that you know what IT’s like,
so we keep going.
So we can see you guys up on that stage again.

-Post Melodramatic Breakdown. (Seriously, this is Caitlin being slightly less emo)-

-To the Rock Stars III (Play it for me, Sam)-

Sing it for me, babe, ‘cause there’s not a soul who’ll listen
Tell me about it, ‘cause there’s nobody who gives a damn
I’m just another messed up kid, with a torn up heart and a bag of sorrows
And not a single soul who’ll give a damn

So sing something for me, babe
Sing me something that hurts
Sing about the pain
And maybe I’ll join in
‘cause it seems to stop the hurt

Let me tell you, babe, I’ve had my share of sorrow
I’ve loved when no one else would
And was beaten down for my pains, by that so called "IN" crowd
Yeah, babe, it’s always the same
But you’re here now, so I guess things are looking up
As long as he keeps playing that guitar, I’ll be jamming right along
And if it’s not too much to ask

Sing something for me, babe
Sing me something that hurts
Sing about the pain
And maybe I’ll join in
‘cause it seems to stop the hurt

I don’t care for that silly, sappy mess
Passed off for music and shoved on radios and tv screens
Tell me about the pain, babe, of losing something sweet
Play me something wild and sad, to make this body move
I like that mournful tune you played
Just a few sad notes that hurt more than the bruises
It makes life worth living, I guess

So sing something for me, babe
Sing me something that hurts
Sing about the pain
And maybe I’ll join in
‘cause it seems to stop the hurt.