I do not own Grojband or any associates or workers who deal with Grojband, Cartoon Network, or Fresh TV, I only own Roxy, "Hey, no you don't!" "Yes I do! Now be quiet while I finish this disclaimer!" Enjoy!

Grojband-I Wish Away My Wishes

I do not own this song or lyrics!

Corey:Yeehaw!

Corey and Laney: Oh I wish I had a nickle for every wish I made, when I was feeling fickle, my heart was gettin' swayed! But one wish lead to two wish and two wish lead to more! And that big ol' pile of wishes left me battered, bruised, and sore!

Corey:Cuz' everyin' that's happened,

Corey, Kon, and Laney: Made a big ol' mess of me!

Corey: SoI wish away my wishes!

All': Undo, reset, ctrl Z!

Corey and Laney: Oh you made a million wishes, and knocked me down to size!

Kon: Eyup!

Corey and Laney: Then I made a million more~ and knocked you to the sky!

Kon: Doudoudou!

Corey and Laney: You can have your cool boyfriend, it's the least that I can do!

Kon: Uh-Up!

Corey,Kin, and Laney: Just let me play my music for all my fans but you!

Kon': But you!

Corey: Cuz' everythin' that's happened!

All': Made a big ol' mess of me!

Corey: So i wish away my wishes!

All: Undo, reset, ctrl Z!

Corey(Talking): Jug Solo everybody!

Jug Solo

Corey smiled remembering when they did that song 3 years ago. He was listening to Grojband's very first private band album on his mp3 staring up into space flat on the bed. Everything has changed so much since then. Laney moved to Florida, Grojband split up, I had a fight with Kin and Kon, I was beat up 24/7, and for once Trina cared about my well being. Yep, life was just peachy. The door to my room was locked and I was cutting my wrist with a knife. Each new cut was representing how much of a living hell my life is. On the other wrist, it's representing how my life is special, either way I have a bunch of cuts on my wrist. I heard Trina come upstairs and immediately did a cover up. I put the knife in my top drawer under some junk in it, unlocked the door and put on my biker gloves. Knock Knock Knock. "Come in." I said waving them in. "Hey Corey, how are you doing?" I heard a soft voice say. Trina. "I'm fine, just listening to some of our old music." I answered trying to get her away. "Okay, you haven't been trying to commit suicide anymore, right?" "Yeah, like I said, just listen to some music." Obviously she didn't believe me because after that she said, "Then why were you cutting yourself?" "How'd you know?!" She pointed to my biker gloves and fresh blood was dripping down my arm. She grabbed my wrist and I winced in pain. Letting go of me she sat on the bed and I put a pillow on my head. "Go away, my life's hell, I don't need to live." I said trying to get her to leave. I took the pillow of my face and faced the wall opposite her. I felt tears roll down my cheeks as I cried. "Yes you do." She reasoned. "Give me one reason, just one." I said sitting up on the bed, propped up on my elbows facing her. "Well, you have me, and I love you, and I want the best for you." "Then why did you always try to sabotage my band?!" I questioned. "Because, I didn't want you getting hurt. Physically and mentally." "Whatever." I said staring back up at the ceiling and flat on my back like once before. "Look, I'm hanging out with Mina tonight, we're going bowling, I'll be back before Midnight, ok?" "Ok, bye Trina have fun." She left my room and I once again turned on my MP3.

Grojband-Thrash Bash Burn and Crash

I do not own this song or the lyrics

Corey:You wanna hit the-

All:Gas for speed!

Corey:You wannawin. And-

All:Take the lead!

Corey:Don't move too fast, just wait and see, oh man, you're gunna bleed!

Schoolbus Rhonda(Talking):"Bleed"! I've got kids on bored!

Corey:You better think, and -

All:Hit the breaks!

Corey:You better move, and-

All:Play it safe!

Corey:Cuz' when you drive out of control, you're gunna chiaf,-

All:Flip and ROLL!

Monster Chuck(Talking):That was close! I've could have been hurt!

Trina(Screaming):OUT OF MY WAY MUNCHKIN!

All:Smash,crash, hit the dash, you're gunna get riled up!Thrash,bash,burn,and crash! You're gunna get a pile up!

INSTRUMENTAL

I smiled remembering that wicked solo I did, it was AWESOME! It was then I realized Trina had left 10 minutes ago, man, I'm clueless, oblivious just like Lanes said. A few tears rolled down my cheeks at the thought of her name and I decided to head out for a walk. I stuck my MP3 in my pocket and grabbed my knife out of the drawer, glad Trina didn't ask about it. Walking down the stairs I opened up the garage door (after we broke up I stopped calling it that) and walked out into the cold night.

I was cutting my wrist again while I was walking to the park when I bumped into something. Or someone. "Oh, sorry we said in unison. My knife was on the ground next to her suitcase and backpack. It was then when we stood up I got a good glimpse of her. She had a purple beanie with a skull and crossbones, and lace black arm warmers. Her shirt sleeves went up to her elbow and she had on black leggings with a purple mini skirt. I also noticed the skull on the front of her shirt and the piece of white shirt coming from under her black one. She was also wearing knee-high magenta socks and had on purple and black high top converses that only went a little bit under her socks. Her denim blue hair was in a bob and it had pink, purple, and black highlights streaking it horizontally. In other words, she was beautiful. Reaching out my hand I decided to introduce myself. "Hi I'm Corey." I said trying to lighten the mood. "She outstretched her hand and shook mine. "I-I'm Roxy." "So Roxy, what's with the luggage." I asked. "What?" she seemed confused. I pointed towards where her backpack and suitcase were lying on the ground. "Oh, I'm running away from home. Why do you have a knife? Please don't hurt me!" Roxy screamed backing up. "Oh that? I was cutting my wrist." I said picking up my knife and continuing my work. My biker gloves were stuffed back in my pocket and I had paused the music on my MP3. Pausing I looked up and found she was a lot like me in many ways, style wise. "Why are you running away?" I asked suddenly. "I don't deserve to live." She said a few tears rolling down her cheeks. "My dad died in war, my Mom left when I was a kid, I had to quit my band Wicked Sweet, I fought with my brother and he left to, I have nothing and no one! I've tried committing suicide, but my friends stopped me, then they left me and now I'm getting bullied 24/7 with no one to save me." Her face was buried in her hands and she was crying, a small pool of tears forming on the ground. "After that I decided to run away, I mean, no one would miss me right?" she asked. "Well it's not safe out here, come with me." I said guiding her back to my house. "Where are we going?" she said trying to stop the flow of tears erupting from her eyes. "You can come stay with me, we can pretend you're my long-lost sister or something, and you can start a new life, I don't think my sister Trina would mind." He said. They soon arrived in front of the garage and pulling up the door slipped inside.

"Follow me." I instructed as we made our way upstairs and into my room.

"Here you can use my extra mattress." I told her as I pulled it from under the bed."Thank you so much, you don't know how much it means to me to have someone actually care." She said still crying. "I better go change." She said and I told her where the bathroom was. After a bit she came back wearing a black tank top covered in skulls and crossbones, some short short's, and a black beanie. She laid down on the mattress and yawned. For the first time since we met, I had seen her smile. "You have the cutest smile." I complimented her. She giggled and fell fast asleep. Only a few minutes after I had grown tired myself and fell into a deep sleep.