A/N: Something of this sort had to be written.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to David Shore, lyrics belong to Augustana, but the feelings are all mine.
Disclaimer # 2: Lyrics changed from 'Boston' to 'Princeton' and from 'California' to 'Manhattan'.
Everything is so lost. My whole life is lost in this meaningless void. All I want is for Wilson to stop caring about things; I want this to go back to normal. I want Cameron back. I want Chase and Foreman and that's it. I don't want any of these new kids; I'm tired of the curiosity. They should know me. Like Cameron and Chase did. I'm sick of this. I'm sick of Kutner and Taub and Thirteen. I'm sick of Amber haunting me. I'm sick of living this.
In the light of the sun,
Is there anyone?
Oh, it has begun.
Oh dear, you look so lost,
Eyes are red
And tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed.
You said,
You don't know me,
And you don't even care, oh yeah,
I don't have anybody. Not that I ever needed anyone. But that girl…Thirteen has it worse. That looks in her eyes is shaded, shadowed, but I can read her.
She said,
You don't know me,
And you don't wear my chains, oh yeah.
Yeah.
The thing is, I hired her because I do know. I know exactly what she's been through, because I have too. She lost everything, and just when it went back to normal, her world (and mine) was turned upside down. And I'm not just talking about Amber and Wilson, no.
I'm talking about the Huntington's.
Essential yet appealed,
Carry all your thoughts
Across an open field,
When flowers gaze at you,
They're not the only ones
Who cry when they see you
You said,
You don't know me,
And you don't even care, oh yeah,
I couldn't care less about those new fellows. All I want is Cameron and Chase. And Foreman, for the heck of it. No Cuddy. No Wilson. I haven't popped a vicodin for days now, but it doesn't matter. No one noticed, anyway. The pain is the only thing that keeps me awake, and even if I'd die without vicodin I wouldn't take it. It reminds me of Wilson. What we used to have. And what we can't have again.
Because there's no way he'll ever forgive me.
She said,
You don't know me,
And you don't wear my chains, oh yeah.
She doesn't have any friends here, not one, and therefore nothing to miss. Except her normalcy. Because everything's falling out between her feet, what she tried to hide is showing. Whatever she ran away from is creeping back.
She said I think I'll go to Princeton.
I think I'll start a new life.
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name.
I'll get out of Manhattan, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly 'em out to Spain.
I think I'll go to Princeton.
I think that I'm just tired.
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind.
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the summer; some snow would be nice, oh yeah.
She's afraid, afraid and terrified. Her image has been shattered. Ever since Cuddy called her, 'Hadley,' that's who she is. No more secrets—her entire life portrayed in one name she was content in leaving in the dark.
You don't know me,
And you don't even care, oh yeah,
I don't know you at all. But I do care.
I am you.
Princeton, where no one knows my name
Where no one knows my name
Where no one knows my name
I'll never call you Hadley. You'll always be Thirteen, in this hospital and in this awful city, and everywhere. I'll protect you.
Princeton, where no one knows my name.