Lyra (Song)

My Lyres out of tune, I'm wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The Pegasus rain clouds up my window..
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..


Dear Octavia, I wrote but you still ain't callin
I left my MEPNET, my Skype, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem with Spike the dragon or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
but anyways; buck it, what's been up? Girl hows is the cello?
My Marefriend's learning too, kinda sounds like a bellow
If I play the cello, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Lionel
I read about your Marefriend Vinyl too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill herself over some anon who didn't want her
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did when you began
I got a room full of your posters and your music, pony
I like the shit you did with Luna too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this girl, hit me back,
MEPNET to chat, truly yours, still playin the lyre
This is Lyra


>Dear Octavia, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
>I ain't mad - I just think it's BUCKED UP you don't answer fans
>If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
>you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for CMC crew
>That's my little ponies girl, there only six years old
>We waited in the blistering cold for you,
>four hours and you just said, "No."
>That's pretty shitty pony - you're like there Buckin idol
>They want to a cutie mark like you, they wanted it more then I do
>I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to
>Remember when we met in Canterlot? - you said if I'd write you
>you would write back - see I'm just like you in a way
>I never knew my father neither;
>he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
>I can relate to what you're playin in your songs
>so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
>cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
>I even got a Saddle with your name, it looks the best
>Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
>It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
>See everything you play is real, and I respect you cause you play it
>My marefriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
>But she don't know you like I know you Octavia
>She don't know what it was like for mares like us growin up
>You gotta call me pony, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
>Sincerely yours, Lyra -- P.S.
>We should be together too.



>Dear Misses-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-Prank,
>this'll be the last package I ever send your flank
>It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it?
>I know you got my last two letters;
>I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
>So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
>I'm in the cart right now, I'm doing 90 on the train tracks
>Hey Octavia, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to ride?
>You know the song by Foal Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
>about that pony who coulda saved that other pony from drowning
>but didn't, then Foal saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
>That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
>Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy
>and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
>I hope you know I ripped ALL of your pictures off the wall
>I love you Octavia, we coulda been together, think about it
>You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
>And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it
>I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me
>See 'Tavia;
>"AWWW... WAAAA!"
>Shut up Bonbon! I'm tryin to talk!
>Hey 'Tavia, that's my Marefriend screamin in the trunk
>but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
>cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
>Well, gotta go, I'm almost gonna hit the train now.
>Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out?
...



>Dear Lyra, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
>You said your Marefriend's playing now, how far along is she?
>Look, I'm really flattered you would call your Cello that
>and here's an autograph for your CMC ponies,
>I wrote it on the Starter cap
>I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you
>Don't think I did that thing intentionally just to diss you
>But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your hooves too?
>I say that shit just clownin pony,
>c'mon - how bucked up are you?
>You got some issues Lyra, I think you need some counseling
>to help your flank from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
>And what's this stuff about us meant to be together?
>That type of stuff'll make me not want us to meet each other
>I really think you and your marefriend need each other
>or maybe you just need to treat her better
>I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
>before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine
>if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Lyra
>why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you plaing the lyre
>I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
>I saw this one thing on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
>Some mare was drunk and drove her cart into a train
>and had her marefriend was in a trunk, and she couldnt escape
>and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
>Come to think about, her name was.. it was you