I have grown to love song-fics, so here is another one. I have nothing better to do than write since I have the house to myself for about nine hours a day. So on with the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own House of Anubis (unless someone would like to buy it for me) or 9 Crimes by Damien Rice.
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
I'm so horrid. I keep thinking of him, even though I have a boyfriend. My boyfriend is amazing and I couldn't ask for better. However, he is on another continent and I miss him, though not as much as I should. Now that he is gone, my mind cleared and I saw someone who was right in front of me the whole time. This is not me. It's not what I do. I would never cheat on him, but my heart won't listen.
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
He just left. I don't need someone new. And I especially don't need him. I have no excuse for wanting someone new. I have a boyfriend. But, I don't know if I want him anymore. I think I'm falling in love, but with the wrong person. A small crime, yes, when you think about it, but I just can't do this. I can't fall in love. I can't let myself, at least not yet.
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it?
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
It's like when you shoot a gun, you can't undo it. And I can't undo falling in love. But, if I gave my gun away would the feeling go away? Would it just disappear like a bullet as it's shot? Or would it forever leave a wound in my chest. A hole in my heart?
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
Is it wrong to want something you know you can never have? I mean I would never cheat on him. I wouldn't. I have wanted him to be my boyfriend for as long as I can remember, so why does my heart ache every time I see someone else. I used to long for the touch of his lips, but now I can only wish they were another's. What is wrong with me? I should be happy, but I'm not.
It's the wrong time
She's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
I told him. I told him how I felt and he broke up with me. But, somehow I don't feel as broken as I should. I never even shed a single tear when he told me. I just didn't care. And he actually asked what was wrong with me. He asked how could I possibly love someone like him? Truthfully, I don't know. He was always so kind to me when he treated everyone else so wrongly. I suppose I can't blame him though. He had such a rough life, yet he always found some way to make me smile. It felt as though he would give me the world if he could. But, I don't think I could ever tell him that I loved him. He just wouldn't feel the same.
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it?
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
He held me close as I cried. He understood. He never laughed at me. He felt the same way. He loved me. I couldn't believe it. He loved me. I tightened my grasp on his waist and pressed my cheeks against his chest. He smoothed down my hair and kissed the top of my head. I could feel the hole in my heart begin to close. He filled the empty void I had felt for so long with three little words. Three words I had longed for him to say for an eternity.
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it?
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
I love him. It is that simple. I never loved anyone as much as I loved him. And when I think back to the day my heart first ached with longing, I smile. It was a sad day for me, but it led to the most important moment of my life. The moment I realized that he loved me as well. That he would never leave me, like so many had. That I have found my life in him, alone. All because of a small four lettered word.
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
All because of love.
Is that alright with you?
No...