"Wanna play, big boy?"
For years now I went on believing that because of these shiny weapons attached to me from now til the end of time, after all it looks like I'm here for good, and the way my skin never stays broken I could never be hurt.
(hell I'm a freaking X-Men)
I went on believing that body and soul until little miss knife happy (even more then myself and that's saying something) pushed her way into my life like a unstoppable hurricane and left everything in ruins on her way out.
Hell this girl of mine, standing out among the millions that followed her, left me hurting more then any of them that loved to smile wide as they ripped me apart.
(only one even a bit right for me I couldn't touch, couldn't kiss and that hurt like hell)
Besides her ability to kick my ass, which I wouldn't emit without vast amounts of torture, Faith has the worse power of them all she can crush this strong heart of mine in a few seconds and she did it without a second thought.
But before that storm ripped it all away, leaving nothing in it's wake, I held on tight and got more of her then any other before she blew right on past me.
(leaving bruises and bite marks as the only evidence)
"More then you'll ever know, little girl."