On My Own
Disclaimer: I'm to poor to own anything.
Author's note: Told in Roxas PoV. Another songfic for my other story The Sixth
I walk alone, think of home
Memories of long ago
No one knows I lost my soul long ago
I walked past him, my best friend, not even turning back, not even a goodbye. He grabbed my hand. I stopped. And then, I heard her voice. It sounded different. He let me go. I went on. Her voice, shrill, and yet still, so full of sadness.
I need to run far away
Can't go back to that place
Like she told me
I'm just a big disgrace
It's raining. The cold water pouring on to me, it felt like nothing. I feel nothing anymore. Her voice still echoes in my mind. I miss her. I looked to the sky, wishing, for whoever is the one who grants them, to keep her safe, from everything that happened to us, to her. I can't face them. I can't face her. I left for myself, not for them. I left to feed my own curiosity. No one else's. Only mine's.
Forget about the one I left at home
So now I'm standing here alone
I'm learning how to live life on my own
Her face, it haunts me a night, whilst I sleep. I have to forget. It'll only confuse me more. It'll only distract me. No distractions, no real wounds. Hmph. What am I saying? I shouldn't be feeling this, right? I have no heart. Then, a touch to the shoulder, I turn around to. Her eyes.
Standing on my own
Remembering the one I left at home
Forget about the life I used to know
With her, yes. I remember this feeling. Yes, I will. I will go with you anywhere. We can search, even if we don't ever find it. We'll keep on searching. As long as it's with you… I can do anything.
Another singfic for The Sixth. So read it, if you don't get it. Thanks for reading.
-- Jessikherrka