I guess I knew
all along. Something
small in my mind,
nagging,
whispering,
nudging,
warning.
You had a way
of coming easily to
me—and
when you take
you take the very
best of me.
After all, I was just another
face in the
crowd;
another pair of adoring eyes
that you
don't
need.
And you do what you want
'cus I'm not what
you wanted.
You put up walls and I
stood there
loving you
and wished them all
away.
The part of me
that loved you so
insanely—
hoped and hoped and
hoped.
And you come away
with a great
little story, of a
mess of a dreamer with the
nerve to adore you.
But there's always a time
when you have to wake
up from dreaming,
brush your teeth,
wash your face,
carry on with life.
Forgetting becomes your
only option.
It took me so long
to figure
out
you never did give a
damn thing
honey.
Stop pretending stop
dreaming.
But I cried,
cried,
and I know you
wouldn't have told anybody if
I died for you.
Every smile
you fake is so
condescending
counting all the
scars you made.
Took so long to
find an exit door away
from you,
but now that I'm sitting here
thinking
it through:
even if I can leave,
where would
I
go?
A/N: Please tell me what you think! I was considering doing a whole oneshot for this, but I decided to just go with trying to capture Sakuno's raw emotions.
Cold as You lyrics by Taylor Swift.
I do not own Prince of Tennis.