I do not own the song, This Bitter Pill. Dashboard Confessional does. I do
not own Invader Zim. Jhonen does. This was based on a dream, which was
actually mine. Thanks. Sorry for any typo
(...) = Song lyrics
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This Bitter Pill ____________
* * *
He was finished.
(Walking away It's not the same as running Is it to you now?)
He was defeated in the worst way an Irken could be:
(That you've run this in the ground)
-Rejected by his people, his leaders, and his home. He could never go back. He would have to remain there on Earth for the rest of his painfully long life.
(And you say take this)
To top it off, Dib knew. How the human had found out was beyond his knowledge, but he knew. And he wouldn't be able to live there. Not as long as Dib did. It would destroy him. Dib would destroy him. And he couldn't give the human that. That sense of victory, of sucess. If he couldn't have it, his nemesis wasn't getting a taste of it either. Not from him.
(This medicine is just what you deserve)
He knew what he needed. He didn't need acceptance. He didn't need friends. He really didn't think he was all there when he decided to do it. Part of him didn't want to do it. Part of him was weak and afraid, and hated himself for being that way. He hated himself for, after all the death he had caused, being just the slightest bit afraid to die.
(Swallow, choke, and die)
They said he was worthless, a mistake. They said he wasn't meant to be a part of society; that he wasn't meant to be alive. He knew they were wrong, but still he did it. Damn programed loyalty. He couldn't fight it. He didn't have the strength left in him to fight it. Not when he needed it.
(-)
He picked up the capsule and stared at it, long and intensely. It was made for a subtle self destruct, subtle until the user exploded of course. Questions flooded his mind. -What about the base?-He didn't know- The equipment will be lost!- He didn't care- What will become of GIR?-
(And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth)
...GIR. He winced at the memory of the cruelest joke. Many a sceme of his was ruined by that little mental case of a robot. And yet, deep down in his Irken equivelent of a heart, he loved GIR. That was the cruelest, coldest part of the joke...it had worked. Maybe not perfectly, but it had worked...
(One that's void of all discretion)
He swallowed it without drink of any kind. It went down harshly, but at least it went down.
(Such an awful tearing sound)
As a result a timer appeared on his wrist. From 00:10 it counted down
(With its measure only equal by the power of my stare)
[00:05]
(Glaring over you and over you)
[00:03]
Squeezing a single, unfamiliar tear out and down his face in the process, Zim shut his crimson eyes for the last time-
[00:02]
-before his world, what he had of it, diminished-
[00:01]
-and the mistake was finally corrected.
(This feeling of despair)
[00:00]
--- _________________
* * *
*wipes away several tears* Woo... That was one of my weirder ones.What has become of me? I'm doing horrible things to Zim lately. *slaps self* WELL. Good nite everybody.
~Jaime
This Bitter Pill ____________
* * *
He was finished.
(Walking away It's not the same as running Is it to you now?)
He was defeated in the worst way an Irken could be:
(That you've run this in the ground)
-Rejected by his people, his leaders, and his home. He could never go back. He would have to remain there on Earth for the rest of his painfully long life.
(And you say take this)
To top it off, Dib knew. How the human had found out was beyond his knowledge, but he knew. And he wouldn't be able to live there. Not as long as Dib did. It would destroy him. Dib would destroy him. And he couldn't give the human that. That sense of victory, of sucess. If he couldn't have it, his nemesis wasn't getting a taste of it either. Not from him.
(This medicine is just what you deserve)
He knew what he needed. He didn't need acceptance. He didn't need friends. He really didn't think he was all there when he decided to do it. Part of him didn't want to do it. Part of him was weak and afraid, and hated himself for being that way. He hated himself for, after all the death he had caused, being just the slightest bit afraid to die.
(Swallow, choke, and die)
They said he was worthless, a mistake. They said he wasn't meant to be a part of society; that he wasn't meant to be alive. He knew they were wrong, but still he did it. Damn programed loyalty. He couldn't fight it. He didn't have the strength left in him to fight it. Not when he needed it.
(-)
He picked up the capsule and stared at it, long and intensely. It was made for a subtle self destruct, subtle until the user exploded of course. Questions flooded his mind. -What about the base?-He didn't know- The equipment will be lost!- He didn't care- What will become of GIR?-
(And this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth)
...GIR. He winced at the memory of the cruelest joke. Many a sceme of his was ruined by that little mental case of a robot. And yet, deep down in his Irken equivelent of a heart, he loved GIR. That was the cruelest, coldest part of the joke...it had worked. Maybe not perfectly, but it had worked...
(One that's void of all discretion)
He swallowed it without drink of any kind. It went down harshly, but at least it went down.
(Such an awful tearing sound)
As a result a timer appeared on his wrist. From 00:10 it counted down
(With its measure only equal by the power of my stare)
[00:05]
(Glaring over you and over you)
[00:03]
Squeezing a single, unfamiliar tear out and down his face in the process, Zim shut his crimson eyes for the last time-
[00:02]
-before his world, what he had of it, diminished-
[00:01]
-and the mistake was finally corrected.
(This feeling of despair)
[00:00]
--- _________________
* * *
*wipes away several tears* Woo... That was one of my weirder ones.What has become of me? I'm doing horrible things to Zim lately. *slaps self* WELL. Good nite everybody.
~Jaime