Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop.
"The stroy of Us" by Faye Valentine
You liked to call me a shrew
As if that's something new
I liked to call you lunkhead
Sometimes wishing you dead
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That was just a simple game
The two of us used to play
For we had a story long back
Pulling us down like a soldier's sack
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For one whole surprising year
We denied everything dear
Tried to forget or remember who we are
From time to time druken at the bar
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We enjoyed the hunt and the kill
Even if red blood was spilled
We cursed the luck and loved money
That lured us like bees to honey
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But times as such are now gone
The masks we held won't stay on
For you left to chase your past
And I wished to remember at last
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Love or not that's what we did
Things like that to us forbid
I stayed behind and found my dream
You lived yours or so it would seem...
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See you Space Cowboy...!
AN: Well, that's it. Just a sweet, short story of Cowboy Bebop through my eyes. Hope you enjoyed! Love,
Anisa