False Start

Press your fingernails into my skin
Fold yourself into me and dig in
'Cause I already know what it feels like with you when you're lonely
And I know that you'll get up and leave when you're done with my body

But please leave my pride in tact
Before I have one more of those panic attacks
When my hands won't detach
And they're caught up in your tattered sleeves

Lie to me so it never gets old
Reassure me your cold is still made of gold
'Cause I saw who you were when you felt so entitled to use me
And I know who you ran to when you knew you were gonna lose me

Please let me be on my own
Don't you dare let me in and throw me another bone
I'm tired of loving and living and laughing alone

Get out of my head
And replace yourself with something useful instead
Cause the lessons I've learned cloud my brain 
And I can't get to bed

This is the part where you go on your way
And I'll watch you walk your own road while I stay
'Cause your promise was never an honest-to-god declaration
So my heart will still wait here in line while my mind grows impatient


Panic Attacks (Demo)

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Achievement (Prod. by Christoph Andersson)

I am so safe here
Looking out the window
At a hurricane I wanna drown in
Wanna feel the winds blow

I love it when you're mean to me
I look so good with your cruel words in my ear
I know we never got to be
But if you still need a punching bag I volunteer

Mean To Me (Demo)

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“True Colors Shine” | Artist’s Statement
True Colors Shine (TCS) is an original song written by Grace Van Dyck that speaks to the resiliency and courage she found because of and through her cancer journey. Diagnosed at 15 with a rare, adult cancer, she had to endure the pain of separation from friends and family, treatments, and the loss of the life she had known. Not bending to fear, she put what energy she had into the one thing cancer could not take away – her music. Songwriting gave her back her voice and a way to move forward in her life. TCS is Grace’s personal mantra and reminds her that it’s the challenges in life and how we move through them that reveal our true colors. 

“There’s always gonna be hard times
The kind you can’t explain
But there’s gonna be a flip-side
Like laughter in the rain”

This past year Grace found Next Step, a Boston-area nonprofit that provides safe community for young people ages 16 - 39 who are living with cancer, blood diseases and rare genetic disorders. Next Step looks to shatter limitations and elevate aspirations of teens and young adults living with chronic, life-threatening diseases during their transition to adulthood. Song.Studio, Next Step’s music therapy program, supports youth in writing original music that helps them realize and actualize life goals. The process of songwriting and recording provides a creative, viable way for youth to discover, develop and deliver their personal narratives – aiding them in realizing where they are today and where they can to be tomorrow. 



True Colors Shine

Tell me I'm dumb, tell me I'm beautiful
You can stop time
You think like God, shifting reality
Targeting mine

And I won't let you back in
You must think that I'm a fucking saint
I have all these feelings, I can see your jealousy behind that sleepless face

Take off those lies, take off that empathy
Take out your eyes
Though you can touch you don't know how to feel
I know that gets you inside 

And I won't let you back in
You must think that I'm a fucking saint
Know what torture feels like, half my world is dark from loving it

Have some mercy on me
Have some mercy on me

Can't keep from feeling sorry
You're a broken toy who can't go back to being new
And I keep saying sorry but what the fuck would killing myself do to you? 
What would it do?

Fucking Saint (Demo)

I don't do this a lot
Never let competition see me hot
I don't like keeping score
Even with all my baggage at the door

I don't mind death at all
But
The idea of a fourteen-story fall
Is enough to delay
That particular black hole one more day

Do I sound apathetic? 
'Cause I'm slowly imploding in on myself
And it's kinda pathetic
Trying hard to think my brain back to health
(Though I know that's insane and I need help)

Are you bored with this yet?
It just kinda came out of me upset
On the keys as I spoke
Climbing out of the window that I broke

Do I sound apathetic?
It's the feeling alone that brings me here
It's becoming pathetic
Trying hard to convince myself I'm real
(Though I know that's insane and I just can't deal)

(A)pathetic (Demo)

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False Start

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