BULLETPROOF
"Well it would be great to be so strong."
A/N: Thanks to all of you who reviewed my short story "Should Be Dancing"! I had no idea that any of you would respond! As in regards to a sequel to that, look out for one soon! Uhmm, this is my first long story, I decided to name it "Bulletproof", of which you'll find out why in later chapters. lol, duh. The prologue is just lyrics, but if you take a quick look through them, you'll see the basis to the story!
Spoilers: None, as of yet.
Lyrics: "Bulletproof" (not mine)
Disclaimer: Two words. Not mine!
Category: Refer to Chapter One, Please!
Prologue: Bulletproof.
Tell me one more time again,
just like I didn't hear you,
Like I don't know what's goin' through your mind,
I do.
I played the same game too.
I know it's hard to stop,
even when you want to.
Now the moon lights up your face.
I can see you're cryin',
You never liked me to see you cry it's true.
I've done some cryin' too.
Know the hardest part about it's
tryin' to hide it from you.
Well it would be great to be so strong.
Never needed anybody else to get along.
But we're so scared of the silence,
and the tricks that we use.
Oh we're careful and we're cunning,
but we're easily bruised.
I don't want to lie about it,
I'm not bulletproof
Well I've finally found a way,
to hide from all your glances.
'Till the waiting game we play is through.
I can't.. what's the use?
When all I really want to do is hide out with you.
Well it would be great to be so strong.
Never needed anybody's help to get along.
But we're so scared of the silence,
and the language that we use.
Oh we're careful and we're cunning,
but we're easily bruised.
I don't want to kid about it,
I'm not bulletproof
Tell me one more time again,
well I guess I didn't hear you.
And I don't know all the secrets that you keep inside.
I've tried the same thing too,
but they all come pouring out of me when I'm talking to you.
Well it would be great to be so strong.
Never needed anybody else's help to carry on.
Well I'm not waking up each morning,
with forgiveness I can use,
No I'm careless and I'm cruel
But I'm still easily bruised.
But I'm so tired of lying about it,
I'm not bulletproof
Oh and I'm not gonna lie about it,
I'm not bulletproof.
"Well it would be great to be so strong."
A/N: Thanks to all of you who reviewed my short story "Should Be Dancing"! I had no idea that any of you would respond! As in regards to a sequel to that, look out for one soon! Uhmm, this is my first long story, I decided to name it "Bulletproof", of which you'll find out why in later chapters. lol, duh. The prologue is just lyrics, but if you take a quick look through them, you'll see the basis to the story!
Spoilers: None, as of yet.
Lyrics: "Bulletproof" (not mine)
Disclaimer: Two words. Not mine!
Category: Refer to Chapter One, Please!
Prologue: Bulletproof.
Tell me one more time again,
just like I didn't hear you,
Like I don't know what's goin' through your mind,
I do.
I played the same game too.
I know it's hard to stop,
even when you want to.
Now the moon lights up your face.
I can see you're cryin',
You never liked me to see you cry it's true.
I've done some cryin' too.
Know the hardest part about it's
tryin' to hide it from you.
Well it would be great to be so strong.
Never needed anybody else to get along.
But we're so scared of the silence,
and the tricks that we use.
Oh we're careful and we're cunning,
but we're easily bruised.
I don't want to lie about it,
I'm not bulletproof
Well I've finally found a way,
to hide from all your glances.
'Till the waiting game we play is through.
I can't.. what's the use?
When all I really want to do is hide out with you.
Well it would be great to be so strong.
Never needed anybody's help to get along.
But we're so scared of the silence,
and the language that we use.
Oh we're careful and we're cunning,
but we're easily bruised.
I don't want to kid about it,
I'm not bulletproof
Tell me one more time again,
well I guess I didn't hear you.
And I don't know all the secrets that you keep inside.
I've tried the same thing too,
but they all come pouring out of me when I'm talking to you.
Well it would be great to be so strong.
Never needed anybody else's help to carry on.
Well I'm not waking up each morning,
with forgiveness I can use,
No I'm careless and I'm cruel
But I'm still easily bruised.
But I'm so tired of lying about it,
I'm not bulletproof
Oh and I'm not gonna lie about it,
I'm not bulletproof.
