Author's Note= ANOTHER ONE! I happen to think that this one is far better than Sober. =)
Song= Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) by Emily Browning
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Sweet dreams are made of this,
Who am I to disagree?
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Pop another pill, take another hit. I was in another world. Another, lonely world.
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Travel the world and the seven seas,
Everybody's looking for something.
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Pop another pill, take another hit. My lonely little world.
Without him.
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Some of them want to use you,
Some of them want to get used by you.
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Pop another pill, take another hit. My crowded, lonely little world.
Without him. But he was still here. Somewhere.
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Some of them want to abuse you,
Some of them want to be abused.
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Pop another pill, take another hit.
Take another hit, pop a pill for the pain.
It was all the same. It was all different.
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Sweet dreams are made of this,
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas,
Everybody's looking for something.
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Take another blow, pop a pill, take another hit.
It was all the same. He was always the same.
I felt tears well in my eyes. He wasn't always like this…
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Some of them want to use you,
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you,
Some of them want to be abused.
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Once he was gentle, tender even.
No, no, no. I shook my head, as if to banish the memories.
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I wanna use you and abuse you.
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Take another blow… I only whimpered when the fist came.
Another blow.
Pop another pill… I shakily took three pain killers into my hand.
Another pill.
Take another hit… I pulled out my little vile of acid.
Another hit.
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I wanna know what's inside you.
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Take another blow,
Pop another pill,
Take another hit,
Go on an ever-lasting trip.
I held my head as the rhyme ran through my head, over and over again.
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Sweet dreams are made of this,
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas,
Everybody's looking for something.
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Go on an ever-lasting trip…
It taunted me, begged me, screamed at me to listen. But I'd had enough.
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Some of them want to use you,
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you,
Some of them want to be abused.
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Take another hit…
I curled up in pain, lying in a pool of my own vomit. I wouldn't listen.
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I'm gonna use you and abuse you.
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Pop another pill…
My head was throbbing, the voices screamed, he screamed, my body ached. But I refused to give in.
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I'm gonna know what's inside.
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Take another blow…
His fist crashed into my hand, and I stood, staring at the floor. This was it.
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Gonna use you and abuse you.
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No more. I couldn't do it any longer. I looked back at the apartment I'd shared with the blonde. All the memories it held… the good overshadowed by the bad.
I'd never again see the man that had been my best friend and lover for that seemed like forever.
Sweet dreams, Mello.
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I'm gonna know what's inside you.
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