I don't own The Dark Knight or The Little Things Give You Away by Linkin Park
The Little Things Give You Away
You bastard!
You're my addiction, my obsession. I know I'm yours too but you'd never admit that, would you?
That's part of what I like about you.
Don't I sound like some love struck girl fantasizing about her latest heart throb? Well, I do fantasize about you, the blue of your powerful eyes under your bat face, the ripple of defined muscles under your lycra, what, did you rob an aerobics class or something? Not that you would, goody goody two shoes that you are.
Why won't you BREAK!
I think I need to find out your identity – the fake you, the one more ignorant people would call 'the real you'– killing and chaos has to be the answer.
Maybe I'm close, maybe if I kill just one more person then you'll break, join me in insanity. Or sanity, if I wrote the dictionary.
Can't you see I've done so much to you, for you. For your own good, those weak idiots held you back. I can release your full potential.