Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation, and if I did, the series would be
longer. So, without further ado:
Lyrics ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The paper was wrinkled in thought. How many times had I crumpled only then to smooth it once more? I had no idea. I could never send it, but I couldn't quite throw it out. I suppose it's too wrinkled now. I thought of sending it for the hundredth time, but still it remains on my desk, gathering dust.
I saw you in the hallway, but you turned your nose up at me. A cold shoulder and an insolent glare are all I get today.
I see you again. I see tears in your eyes, but you left me for him so I leave you for the stars and the sky and the cold night.
It's Saturday. I leave for the park. I sit on the bench where we used to sit, and before that, just I. I feed the birds and compose a song.
I go shopping for clothes for my show tonight downtown. You aren't in the front row this time, looking at me with upturned eyes. They say I'm the new rage. but I know you don't feel that way. That's okay, I suppose. Each to his own.
I see you late, passing by me with sultry looks that bring a sigh to my lips. Your heart is so beautiful, but he has stolen it from me in your fickleness.
You acknowledge my presence most graciously. I still love you, but the trust is gone on the wind out to sea.
I would that I could send that letter to you whose heart I broke. But it is me who is ugly inside.
Fin.
Lyrics ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The paper was wrinkled in thought. How many times had I crumpled only then to smooth it once more? I had no idea. I could never send it, but I couldn't quite throw it out. I suppose it's too wrinkled now. I thought of sending it for the hundredth time, but still it remains on my desk, gathering dust.
I saw you in the hallway, but you turned your nose up at me. A cold shoulder and an insolent glare are all I get today.
I see you again. I see tears in your eyes, but you left me for him so I leave you for the stars and the sky and the cold night.
It's Saturday. I leave for the park. I sit on the bench where we used to sit, and before that, just I. I feed the birds and compose a song.
I go shopping for clothes for my show tonight downtown. You aren't in the front row this time, looking at me with upturned eyes. They say I'm the new rage. but I know you don't feel that way. That's okay, I suppose. Each to his own.
I see you late, passing by me with sultry looks that bring a sigh to my lips. Your heart is so beautiful, but he has stolen it from me in your fickleness.
You acknowledge my presence most graciously. I still love you, but the trust is gone on the wind out to sea.
I would that I could send that letter to you whose heart I broke. But it is me who is ugly inside.
Fin.