Disclaimer: Okay, I dun feel like being creative this time. Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi and Mama I'm Strange belongs to Melissa Ethridge and others. So dun't sue me.
Okay, call me crazy, but I'm laying in my bed staring at the ceiling, attempting to talk to my long dead mother.
"Mama, I-I just don't know what to do anymore. Everyone has always said to do what feels right. I know that kissing Haruka didn't feel right. But I didn't mean to . . . I wasn't expecting it from her. And Ami-chan did have to walk in right then didn't she? Oh Kami Mama, what am I going to do? There's no way that I can get her to forgive me, I just know it. Everyone keeps telling me that it will be alright. Or at least the people who have tried calling have said that. I haven't felt like talking to anyone so I haven't answered the phone. You're the first person in a few days that I've even attempted to talk to."
//What's this little lie
They keep on telling me
It's just another high
They keep on selling me
I was only five
They fed me so much jive
They said just have a ball
Just be a Barbie doll
They churned and burned me out
Until they turned me out
Over and over again//
"I want to have her back in my arms, to have her beside me in bed. I just can't shake the feeling that that will never happen again. And I don't know how, but I feel that it's my fault. I'm always screwing up somehow." I rolled over onto my side. "Right now I feel like I'm falling. Is it possible to fall further when you're already in Hell?"
//Mama I'm strange
The thoughts and the wants are the locks
On the back of my brain
I'm descending pretending I'm blending
I'm going insane
And they want me to change
Mama I'm strange//
AN: I wrote this in a short amount of time. I have never heard this song before and when I found the lyrics I could picture Mako doing something like that, so I had to write it. Go ahead and flame, but please dun flame me to badly.
