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Warning: It's "Otherside" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers......and if ya ever heard it you
know it implies suicide. Just thought it went good with this character. Wouldn't call it
bashing exactly, just some bottled up feelings of a human.
"Otherside"
(Open with scene of young girl sitting in a lonely, dark corner of her room, her hair
covering her face.)
*How long, how long will I slide
Seperate my side I don't
I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat is all I ever*
(Girl looking at photograph, of her one love. Knowing she can never have him. She
tosses the frame at the wall, watching as the glass seems to fall to the floor in slow
motion.)
Chorus- *Heard your voice through a photograph
I though it up and brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I got to take it on the otherside*
(The girl in her usual routine. Politics, meetings, people. So many people. All wanting
peace, something that they feel that only she can provide. She wants to sneer, you can see
it pinching at her face. Threatening to escape. But she keeps that fake smile, plastered to
her face, fooling everyone.)
*Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetary where I marry the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind.
I've got to take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on*
(Depression couldn't describe what she was going through. Only one person knew what
was happening to her, and he wasn't planning to help. He could NOT show that he cared.
Because he knew the girl would be heartbroken when he eventually, stopped caring. He
wasn't capable of hurting someone that much.)
*Chorus*
(Girl walks slowly to the old cathedral. Going for a purpose, stroking the blade in her
skirt pocket. Not depression, not longing, not anything. Just a normal feeling is what she
felt. Or so she denied to herself. Tears run down her cheeks, crystal tears that had been
appearing for a long time now. It hurt, her heart wanted to be happy, wanting so much to
be happy that it was ripping itself from her chest.)
*Pour my life into a paper cup
The ashtray's full and I'm spillin' my guts
She wants to know am I still a slut
I've got to take it on the otherside.*
(The girl places the sharp blade over her wrists, cutting in, watching the blood flow,
dipping them into the bucket of warm water near her to stop it from clotting. She looked
over the edge of the blacony of the church. She pulled her hands out, her vision already
blurry. She cried one last time, leaning over the edge, her teardrops landing on some wild
forget-me-nots growing just underneath. She died, with a heavy heart.)
*Scarlet starlet and she's in my bed
A candidate for the soul mate bled
Push the trigger and pull the thread
I've got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on*
*Chorus*
*Turn me on take me for a hard ride
Burn meout leave me on the otherside
I yell and tell
It's not my friend
I tear it down I tear it down
And then it's born again*
*Chorus*
(The funeral, sad, bleak, many people crying. Except for one. He knew. The love she
had for him an he had chosen to deny it. He had cared, and he still did. As the other
people left he stayed, placing a teddy bear and a small bouquet of forget-me-nots by the
headstone. The fresh made dirt mound looked odd from its surrounding green. He
stroked the engraved name. Wait for me on the otherside my angel.)
*How long I don't believe its bad
Slit my throat
it's all I ever*
[How did you like it? Kinda depressing huh? But I believe that's what Relena fills like, there is no way she can be sooo happy with her work,
it's just not normal. I don't like Relena at all.....but i needed her to have someone to meet on the otherside. Might as well be her untouchable love.
Warning: It's "Otherside" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers......and if ya ever heard it you
know it implies suicide. Just thought it went good with this character. Wouldn't call it
bashing exactly, just some bottled up feelings of a human.
"Otherside"
(Open with scene of young girl sitting in a lonely, dark corner of her room, her hair
covering her face.)
*How long, how long will I slide
Seperate my side I don't
I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat is all I ever*
(Girl looking at photograph, of her one love. Knowing she can never have him. She
tosses the frame at the wall, watching as the glass seems to fall to the floor in slow
motion.)
Chorus- *Heard your voice through a photograph
I though it up and brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I got to take it on the otherside*
(The girl in her usual routine. Politics, meetings, people. So many people. All wanting
peace, something that they feel that only she can provide. She wants to sneer, you can see
it pinching at her face. Threatening to escape. But she keeps that fake smile, plastered to
her face, fooling everyone.)
*Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetary where I marry the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind.
I've got to take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on*
(Depression couldn't describe what she was going through. Only one person knew what
was happening to her, and he wasn't planning to help. He could NOT show that he cared.
Because he knew the girl would be heartbroken when he eventually, stopped caring. He
wasn't capable of hurting someone that much.)
*Chorus*
(Girl walks slowly to the old cathedral. Going for a purpose, stroking the blade in her
skirt pocket. Not depression, not longing, not anything. Just a normal feeling is what she
felt. Or so she denied to herself. Tears run down her cheeks, crystal tears that had been
appearing for a long time now. It hurt, her heart wanted to be happy, wanting so much to
be happy that it was ripping itself from her chest.)
*Pour my life into a paper cup
The ashtray's full and I'm spillin' my guts
She wants to know am I still a slut
I've got to take it on the otherside.*
(The girl places the sharp blade over her wrists, cutting in, watching the blood flow,
dipping them into the bucket of warm water near her to stop it from clotting. She looked
over the edge of the blacony of the church. She pulled her hands out, her vision already
blurry. She cried one last time, leaning over the edge, her teardrops landing on some wild
forget-me-nots growing just underneath. She died, with a heavy heart.)
*Scarlet starlet and she's in my bed
A candidate for the soul mate bled
Push the trigger and pull the thread
I've got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on*
*Chorus*
*Turn me on take me for a hard ride
Burn meout leave me on the otherside
I yell and tell
It's not my friend
I tear it down I tear it down
And then it's born again*
*Chorus*
(The funeral, sad, bleak, many people crying. Except for one. He knew. The love she
had for him an he had chosen to deny it. He had cared, and he still did. As the other
people left he stayed, placing a teddy bear and a small bouquet of forget-me-nots by the
headstone. The fresh made dirt mound looked odd from its surrounding green. He
stroked the engraved name. Wait for me on the otherside my angel.)
*How long I don't believe its bad
Slit my throat
it's all I ever*
[How did you like it? Kinda depressing huh? But I believe that's what Relena fills like, there is no way she can be sooo happy with her work,
it's just not normal. I don't like Relena at all.....but i needed her to have someone to meet on the otherside. Might as well be her untouchable love.