This song is about so many things that so many people deal with. Masking what you're feeling inside. We all walk around acting like everything is okay when it's really not, or maybe we walk around showing off the fresh scars on our skin. It doesn't matter; we're still broken. But that's okay. I'm here for you. Everyone has something they run from. I know I do. So please, know that you're not alone. We all wear masks.

Clockwork (original)

We all battle something in this world. Whether it's peer pressure, the harsh words of those around us, the betrayal of someone we love, drugs, or depression, or anything else that we are having trouble with, we have scars. Whether they're physical scars red against our skin, or scars that cut deep on our hearts, it still hurts. Believe me. And I know that you know too. But this song is for everyone that is broken and even those who are the ones that have broken us. We may be in pain, but need to be brave and show those haters that we can take the beating. We're better than sitting back and waiting for the attack. We're better than hiding our scars because guess what? Those scars are not something to be ashamed of. So what if we get judgmental glances thrown in our direction? So what if they laugh at us or scream at us or just flat out ignore us? We should be proud of our pain because it helps to define who we are. So next time you think of covering your scars with a sleeve of a long sleeved t-shirt, roll up the sleeve and wear your scars like a medal. You're beautiful and if anyone tells you different, that's their problem. They're the ones who should be hiding.

The Ones That Got Away (original)

This is a cover I recorded of one of my favorite songs :) This song is so beautiful and heartbreaking in its own way, even though the song is describing how much the singer loves someone; "I can't take my eyes off of you". I really love this song and I hope that you guys can fall in love with it too :)

A Twist In My Story (cover)

You Are The Definition Of Strength (original)

Some people hate the cold, some people love it. I am one of the many that love the cold. There are a lot of reasons why I love it. I can wear my favorite hoodies all the time and just chill in jeans. A steaming cup of tea and a giant fuzzy blanket. The point is, Autumn and Winter are my two favorite seasons so I decided to write a very emotional song about them. Hope you like :)

When The Leaves Turn Red (acoustic)

This is a cover I recorded of one of my favorite songs of all time, Just Say You're Not Into It by a fantastic band called Mayday Parade. If you haven't heard it, you should definitely check it out :)

Just Say You're Not Into It (Cover)

Lyrics:

She had a steaming cup of coffee with a side of depression
"I'm doing fine" was just another delusive expression
Loneliness became her one and only friend
But even that left her all alone in the end

So she drank her coffee black in an attempt to be adventurous
She thought that giant t-shirts and messy hair made her seem sensuous
She wore dark shades of lipstick to make her smile seem bright
And she gave you this look like she had possession of the night

That choker that she always wore wrapped tight around her neck
Was symbolic of the way that she nonchalantly wished she was dead
She changed the color of her hair so she would seem more intriguing
But hair like the sea can feel so utterly demeaning

And when she gets mad she can't help but to cry
Clear diamonds and crystals fall from her eyes
I think it's quite endearing, her capacity to feel
And how she acts like getting to know her is an atrocious ordeal

She's quite theatrical when it comes to her words
And by this I mean she's quite an artist, I've observed
She uses things like euphemism to paint as she speaks
I don't remember what that is but I know her tongue is like ink

She wants a tattoo of a constellation that traces up and down her spine (She's so tired and she's so done, and when she screams she gets choked up)
A row of stars connected by tiny black lines (Her throat is raw and lungs are numb, she's so alone, alone, alone, alone)
She'd love to paint that very thing up someone else's back
She's such a curious little creature, a painted canvas dressed in black

You See Freckles, I See Stars (Original)

This is an original piece of spoken word :)

Lyrics:

Hold your own hand

Because ghosts don't feel the same

They just aren't the same

And they never will be the same.

Hold your own hand

Because trusting another human being with your palms will leave your flesh cold and lonely.

And even if they choose not to leave, your fingers will still ache, perhaps even more so than before because you will have another pair of hands that have the capacity to feel just like your own and they both crave skin on skin contact until eventually, they go mad.

Can hands go mad?

I believe so

ANYTHING CAN GO MAD IF YOU LET IT THINK.

Pillows can think.

I wonder if they absorb our dreams, soaking them in like a sponge and amusing themselves with the twisted midnight hallucinations that drift within our skulls.

Perhaps that is why we often forget our dreams in the morning; our pillows steal them from our brains while we sleep. I like to think that they keep our thoughts safe, locked and hidden away so that they last forever. Or maybe they get lonely and so they take our dreams and store them for later so that they have something to occupy themselves with while we are gone. But really, I believe that pillows are quite simple and are quite content with never having to sleep alone.

Books can think.

And of course they can! How can they not, with all of those words confined in them?

Books have universes in them that we can only begin to imagine and I think that these mysterious creatures are either crazy or adventurous or a little bit of both because of the things that linger on their delicate pages.

Does insanity bring on more creativity?

Or does creativity bring on more insanity?

I think that everything thinks and that I tend to think a lot.

Flowers think about the weather.

T-shirts think about the humans that own them.

Roads think about where they can go next.

The moon thinks about the stars and the sun thinks about the moon.

Paint thinks about the things it can create.

Fingers think about other fingers

And hands think about skin and bones and hair like ocean waves. Things they can touch and love and be a part of.

So hold your own hand.

Did you ever think about why you have two? Because each feels abandoned and desolate and longs to be touched.

So hold your own hand and you'll never feel alone again.


Anything Can Go Mad If You Let It Think (Hold Your Own Hand) (Original Spoken Word)

So I literally wrote this song all in one take, coming up with the lyrics, melodies, and guitar chords all off the top of my head, which is why I titled the song the way I did; I seriously had no idea what I was saying. I hope you like this kind of raw sound with the raw words and all, enjoy!

I Don't Even Know What I'm Saying Anymore (Original)

This is a song I wrote about a year ago about loving yourself and the journey toward recovery from mental illness. I personally deal with anxiety and depression and I know how hard it is to just get through a day. You're not alone. I'm praying for you. God is with you. I hope this song helps in some way!!

Daisies Don't Grow In A Day (Love Yourself)

Hey, I'm Bayleigh. I love music, specifically songs that tell stories.

I've always loved to write, and this account is where I share my thoughts in the form of songs.

Thanks for listening, God bless you!! :) <3

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