She is like the Wind
She's like the wind through my tree.
She rides the night next to me.
She leads me through moonlight,
Only to burn me with the sun.
She's taken my heart,
But she doesn't know what she's done.
Bloody Slayer. I cannot even come to a bar to get drunk without her memory haunting me. Yes, she is the wind, and if I am not careful, one day, I am going to see how far that wind is going to blow the dust that was me away from her. It is the whole yo-yo emotions, which have me concerned. One minute we are happily enjoy each other, and the next, wham, I am hitting concrete so fast I do not know what hit me. This time it seems permanent. She said my human name for hell's sake. Said our relationship was killing her, right like it was perfect for me. Then she said she had to stop using me, as if I minded being used. Hell, she can do whatever she wants to me, done most of them anyway.
Feel her breath on my face,
Her body close to me,
Can't look in her eyes.
She's out of my league.
Just a fool to believe,
I have anything she needs.
She's like the wind.
This time with her has been my happiest, undead or alive. Alive, that is exactly how she makes me feel. I know I am not at all the type of guy she usually dates; fluffy pricks the lot of them. Peaches and Captain Cardboard maybe her type, but they left. Yeah, that is the reason she has come to me. She has learned the good guys leave to go fight the good fight, leaving her alone. While the bad guys stay to torment her, until she kills us. She knows no matter what that I will stay. I will always be with her, whether she likes it or not. With all the people that have left her, she needs to know that one person will stay, even if he is a mortal enemy. I am what she needs.
I look in the mirror and all I see,
Is a young old man with only a dream.
Am I just fooling myself?
That she'll stop the pain.
Living without her,
I'd go insane.
But what do I need? I have always been controlled by emotions. Emotions have kept me alive. No woman has ever touched me the way she has. My dark queen was dependent on me. I had to make sure she would not get into trouble that she could not handle. Buffy can take on the world and has done it a couple of times. Sure, it has killed her emotionally, mentally, and occasionally physically, but she has always bounced back. I have to get her back. Make her realize that this can work. The fact that we are opposites is what makes us so perfect. I need her as much as she needs me. I just have to prove it to her. No matter what, I am staying to watch over her. I just have to get her back.
Feel her breath on my face,
Her body close to me,
Can't look in her eyes.
She's out of my league.
Just a fool to believe,
I have anything she needs.
She's like the wind.
She's like the wind through my tree.
She rides the night next to me.
She leads me through moonlight,
Only to burn me with the sun.
She's taken my heart,
But she doesn't know what she's done.
Bloody Slayer. I cannot even come to a bar to get drunk without her memory haunting me. Yes, she is the wind, and if I am not careful, one day, I am going to see how far that wind is going to blow the dust that was me away from her. It is the whole yo-yo emotions, which have me concerned. One minute we are happily enjoy each other, and the next, wham, I am hitting concrete so fast I do not know what hit me. This time it seems permanent. She said my human name for hell's sake. Said our relationship was killing her, right like it was perfect for me. Then she said she had to stop using me, as if I minded being used. Hell, she can do whatever she wants to me, done most of them anyway.
Feel her breath on my face,
Her body close to me,
Can't look in her eyes.
She's out of my league.
Just a fool to believe,
I have anything she needs.
She's like the wind.
This time with her has been my happiest, undead or alive. Alive, that is exactly how she makes me feel. I know I am not at all the type of guy she usually dates; fluffy pricks the lot of them. Peaches and Captain Cardboard maybe her type, but they left. Yeah, that is the reason she has come to me. She has learned the good guys leave to go fight the good fight, leaving her alone. While the bad guys stay to torment her, until she kills us. She knows no matter what that I will stay. I will always be with her, whether she likes it or not. With all the people that have left her, she needs to know that one person will stay, even if he is a mortal enemy. I am what she needs.
I look in the mirror and all I see,
Is a young old man with only a dream.
Am I just fooling myself?
That she'll stop the pain.
Living without her,
I'd go insane.
But what do I need? I have always been controlled by emotions. Emotions have kept me alive. No woman has ever touched me the way she has. My dark queen was dependent on me. I had to make sure she would not get into trouble that she could not handle. Buffy can take on the world and has done it a couple of times. Sure, it has killed her emotionally, mentally, and occasionally physically, but she has always bounced back. I have to get her back. Make her realize that this can work. The fact that we are opposites is what makes us so perfect. I need her as much as she needs me. I just have to prove it to her. No matter what, I am staying to watch over her. I just have to get her back.
Feel her breath on my face,
Her body close to me,
Can't look in her eyes.
She's out of my league.
Just a fool to believe,
I have anything she needs.
She's like the wind.