I don't own the characters/show
The song is called "Could We Start Again Please?" It's from the rock opera Jesus Christ
Superstar.
A/N: I decided to let you (the readers) decide who is this
story is about. I use no names in it. Sure when writing I had certain one in mind,
but I thought this would be more fun.
So if you want to be Clu/Annie go right ahead and pretend it's
them. Or if you're picturing Carey/Fiona
just as great! Let your imaginations
run wild.
I've been living to see you.
Dying to see you, but it shouldn't be like this.
This was unexpected,
What do I do now?
Could we start again please?
Could we start again?
I told him
even though I loved him this was wrong.
I couldn't allow my rational feelings cause me to make such a foolish
decision. Now I wonder was that the
best thing? Looking at him everyday,
while he bravely smiles through his broken heart. I tried in vain to bury my feelings but the wind blow the sand
until it was seeable again. Did he know
something that I didn't? I had to
know. Had to find out. It was time to make that wrong right.
I've been very hopeful, so far.
Now for the first time,
I think we're going wrong.
Hurry up and tell me,
This is just a dream.
Oh could we start again please?
Could we start again?
He and I
spoke for hours in the privacy of my living room. Just the two of us, everyone else scarred into the four
winds. His reaction to my decision to
completely open my heart wasn't what I thought it would be. When I had said no to him before he was torn
into two. So now when I admitted I made
a mistake why doesn't he smile? I find
the secret code to life and be able to turn back time would be great. So we would be able to start over
again.
I think you've made your point now.
You've even gone a bit too far to get the message home.
Before it gets too frightening,
We ought to call a halt,
So could we start again please?
Could we start again?
Could we start again?
Could we start again?
Could we start again?
I watched
her watching me. Trying to understand
why I played her like I did. The answer
couldn't be found because I didn't have one.
Perhaps I thought it was a joke and didn't want to play the games. I really don't know. A broken heart is must tender thing one has
I wasn't ready for it rip again. I
wished there was a way for me to know if this was for real. But how could that be possible?
Wish I could reassure you,
Wish I could talk to you and tell you how I feel.
I've been very careless,
This I don't deny,
But could we start again please?
Could we start again?
She and I
continued our conversation like any other one we have. Her confession was forgotten about. No actually it wasn't. I was waiting for the answers to my silent
questions, while she waited for me to smile.
To have all this return to my secret crush and playful flirting is all I
want. It was so simple then. Nothing will be the same anymore. No matter how much we ignore the last few
days. It's nobodies fault, yet it doesn't
make it easier.
You surely know I love you,
But something in me stands aside, and lets you slip away.
Perhaps that's what you wanted,
Perhaps I want that too.
Oh could we start again please?
Could we start again?
I couldn't
do better then her. But she could do
better then me, and if I let her love me and in turn I love her completely it
would kill us in the end. Yes in a few
days, more like in a few minutes I shall reconsider my direction of
thinking. And want to start all over
again, so why don't I? Because it's too
late. She'll be all right in time and
will stop blaming herself for saying no to begin with. All in time.
Could we start again please?