Another New SecretG FI can't take this heat anymoreG FI'm crying down on the floorCOhDOh G FI need some answers and I need 'em now G FCan't keep no more secrets, they're spilling outCOhA BWide awake at night staring at the wallD EKnowing if I hear one more word I'm gonna fallDShut up CWalk awayG EI need someone to know what they can't sayDGet upCRun back G EI can't take one more catchD F'Cause every day it gets to meCI'm the confiderEvery day I cannot seeEThey are the liars FJust, shut upCPlease, shut up.Seems every five minutes another problem picks a bone with meAnother friend, with no means to solve their own, I seeOhOhI need someone who can keep their own secrets lockedSomeone I don't have to keep hearing all their issues talkOhOhI feel bad, 'cause I know how it stingsBut
Dear.....You, reading this right now. Tell me, what do you think of yourself?Are you confident, beautiful? At least to yourself?Are you quiet and shy?Do you think you're ugly and a horrible person?Are you insecure about who you are?It's okay.Whatever you think you are, that's the only thing that matters. Forget about that insult that had you crying or laughing a minute ago. Forget about what anyone else thinks of you, and just ponder for a few minutes.What are you....to YOU?
With A Little Help From My Friends Chp. 2Ringo blinked at them, trying to clear his vision. "I'm fine, guys." 'I think,' he added silently to himself.George frowned at him. "Are you? Seriously, you look like you're going to either pass out or throw up."Ringo waved his hand, irritated. "Guys, I'm fine. Now just finish the bloody rhythms, already."John frowned at 'bloody rhythms', but bent his head to look back down at the chords George was writing out. "What's that squiggle?" he asked, pointing to one.George rolled his eyes and momentarily paused to look at him. He tapped his finger on the paper and hummed, "Go put your glasses on so you can read the so-called squiggle."John reached up and pulled them off the table next to him, slipping them on. The black inky blurs on the page suddenly broadened, cleared.Ringo quietly tapped out a small beat on his drums, trying to clear his head. What was wrong with him now? Without warning, a sudden splash of dizziness came over him. He nearly fell off his stool, but managed to grab t
I Wanna Be Your Man Chp. 5Paul pondered over the questions in his head. He felt just a bit suspicious at the same time he was confused. Why would George want to know all this? He supposed everyone thought about it at some point....and yet, he got the feeling this was something George always thought about. Why would he always turn something like that over in his head?George shoved himself off the wall and said quietly, "I'm gonna go apologize to Ringo."Paul picked out the key word immediately. He looked at him and said perceptively, "Apologize?"George bit his lip and looked back towards the doors. John would probably be wondering where they both were by now. "Um....slip of the tongue. I meant talk to."Paul frowned, but let him go anyways. He followed him only as far as the hospital entrance, slipping with relief back into the warm air. But he stopped there, letting George go on his own."So how'd that go?" a voice said. Paul jumped and turned quickly around, startled. John was biting back a laugh at his expr
I Wanna Be Your Man Chp. 4George opened his eyes and looked down at him. He absently flicked the cigar into the wind. "How much did Ringo tell you?"Paul flinched at the detached, icy tone in his normally content voice. "Nothing. He won't talk to us.""So you're hoping I'll say something," he chuckled humourlessly, taking another pull. "Don't hold your breath to that one, James."Paul blinked, surprised. He looked up at him irritably. "Since when did you start calling me James?""Same time I start smoking cigars like food." he said.Paul had enough of the cold mood for a moment. He slapped George's hand, hurtling the cigar onto the cement. He twisted his foot onto it, relishing the moment.George stared at his foot. He dropped his hand and glared at him. "What the hell was that for?!""You need to start taking-whatever this is-seriously!" Paul shouted. "God, I don't understand you two! First, you guys won't talk to each other normally! Then you start acting.....""Bitchy?" George suggested, honestly trying to p
I Wanna Be Your Man Chp. 3By the time John and Paul came back into the room laughing, Ringo was past the crying and self pity. For some reason or other all he felt was numb.John shoved Paul back into his chair, grinning. "Stay there and don't move." he warned teasingly.Paul leaned back, comfortable. "Whatever. I'm good here."John rolled his eyes and sat down himself. Both looked at Ringo, and suddenly his mood caught onto them. "Are you okay?" Paul asked, concerned."Where's George?" John added, looking at the door as if George would come walking back in. Ringo shrugged, as if he could care less.Paul frowned at him. "Come on. You two were acting really queer before. What went down?"Ringo glared at him when he said 'queer'. He spoke, not caring about his voice at the moment. "Don't say queer."John looked at him quirkily. "What's wrong?""Nothing is wrong!" Ringo exploded. "And I don't know where George went! Go find him and ask him what's wrong!"He closed his eyes, already regretting the words. Both men l