Mini/final version!

Its done. Well, correction, a mini version. I don't think we're allowed to finish it. 

Stupid school.

So here's the outside.

Won't lie, I'm quite proud of it. It wasn't really that hard, except for the type of font and what colour to use..anyway. 

Inside.

The  CD would go over Clara's face. A booklet would have gone in the wallet under Snow's face. Sorry that your hair is too light Snow, I wasn't allowed to use paint and Photoshop confused me. 

The picture is a little blurry. This is the back cover of it with the track list.

And this is the front.

I haven't managed to do a booklet or disk. Sorry.

Lying through grit teeth (Your compliments cause grief)

(I would like to point out, this song does not represent my current emotional state, it is merely something that my head wanted to say.)

Call me your li-ttle, mir-a-cle, wor-ker,

The one you trust with all-of your lies.

Call me your saint raised-by the de-vil,

Who's ev-il hides deep inside.

Tell me it's worth the pain.

That standing tall willl help you.

And if its all the same,

I think I'd rather have have dealt with you.

Well call me your saviour!

Take my hand.

Only when we've fallen,

Will we learn how to stand.

Call me a monster!

Throw me away.

Just dont beg me to say,

At the end of the day,

That everything,

Is A-Okay.

I can watch you grow, watch you a-dapt.
Watch the changed some would say.
I could watch your eyes fill with so-rrow.
Help you then send you on your way.
I've only got one heart for you to break.
Only got two hands for you to take.
I'll be by your side and all will be right.
As we're tearing through the night.

Well call me your saviour!
Take my hand.
Only when we've fallen,
Will we learn how to stand.
Call me a monster!
Throw me away.
Just don't beg me to say,
At the end of the day,
That everything,
Is A-Okay.

Well valleys in my skin.
(Can you hearing the clock ticking?)
And poison in my mind.
(How can't you see it are you blind?)
Looking out for you, I know.
(Let it no let it go.)
Risking mine to save your soul.
(And I'll slowly lose control.)

*spoken*
Well call..call me your, saviour.
And take, take my hand.
So many..many times I have fallen.
But still, I wait, to land!

*singing*
Well call me your saviour.
Take my hand!
Only when we've fallen,
Will we learn how to stand.
Call me a monster!
Throw me away.
Just dont beg me to
Beg me to say,
(Call me your saviour)
At the end of the day,
(Take my hand)
That everything,
(Now I've fallen)
Is A-
(I'll take my stand)
Is A-Okay.