(Devon's POV)
Stop the world from spinning around
Feels like the sky is falling down
Can't breathe in, I can't breathe out
I'm afraid that I might drown
Can't stay afloat I'm just
Skipping stones
An echo on the water
I'm letting go
Surrender to the battle
Another rising tide
Another storm to fight
Come and take me
I'm just a skipping stone
Is this just a wicked game?
Will it wash with the next rain?
Can't give in I can't give up
I'm trying hard it's not enough
Throw myself to the unknown
Like a skipping stone
An echo on the water
I'm letting go
Surrender to the battle
Another rising tide
Another storm to fight
Come and take me
I'm just a skipping stone
Forever is a long time
to be walking on a fine line
Chasing out the sunlight
Burning out fake smile
Skipping stone
An echo on the water
Letting go
Surrender to the battle
Skipping stone
An echo on the water
I'm letting go
Surrender to the battle
Another rising tide
Another storm to fight
Come and take me
I'm just a skipping stone
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I'm just a skipping stone
I finish writing my new song. I've had something like this in mind for along time now. I close my notebook, sighing as I put it under my pillow. I swing my feet out of my bunk, getting out. Everyone is over at Fifth Harmony's and Bea's tour bus. I stayed here to write though.
I put on black ripped skinny jeans, a black The 1975 muscle shirt, a black flannel tied around my waist and black combat boots. I grab my phone before walking out. I walk in front of the busses so the fans can't see me.
I love my fans, I just don't feel like signing anything, or dealing with the noise. I walk onto the tour bus, shutting it behind me. I raise an eyebrow at the sight before me.
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Where Did The Little Rock-Star Go? (GXG)
Teen FictionDevon is now 21, older and wiser. She is now once more the quiet solo artist. She is both, immature and mature. She is responsible but also irresponsible. She can be late, or she can be on time. One little meeting can bring all the memories back. ...
