i do not own danny phantom, nor do i own any of the songs by sunny day real estate.

Sew it on

Face the fool

December's tragic drive

When time is poetry

When stolen the world outside

The waiting could crush my heart

no…

They hated him. Even though he had saved every single one of those asses on a regular basis. His parents shot at him as soon as he landed on the ground. The girl he loved had been carted away to a government facility for questioning. Her eyes looked dead as they gazed at each other as he flew away. He was sure that she was dead now. His friend was nowhere in sight, and had presumably fell to the same fate. And there Danny Fenton's world fell apart like a sandcastle in the tide. He had run from the peoples guns; their weapons, but mostly their words. They stung like no bullet could. And all he could see after that was the icy sky blurred by his tears.

Sew it on

Face the fool

The tidal wave of fear

And brave songs disappear

The secret voice of dawn

This last time I raise my eyes

No…

He didn't even fly home. No, he flew to a laboratory in town and grabbed a bottle from a cabinet. People saw him flying out of town. Some cheered, some threw things and screamed insults. None of the people noticed that his face was wet with tears. He said nothing, just increased his speed.

You'll taste it

You'll taste it

In time

The right words

In time

The right words

And now he was on a ledge, on a mountain away from everyone. He had already tried to bleed, but his wounds healed too quickly. The ledge was now sticky, everything around him coated in his blood. He looked longingly at the bottle.

Sew it on

Face the fool

The mirrors lie, those aren't my eyes

Destroy them, raise my hand

Reflected in savage shards

A new face, a soul reborn

No…

His shaking hands, slippery with blood and tears, opened the bottle as he stared at it, deciding silently as he lifted it to his mouth.

He downed the whole bottle, and his body was soon shaken by convulsions.

He looked up at the dark sky, the bottle slipping from his grasp to fall and shatter on the jagged rocks below.

He let the poison take him.

You'll taste it

You'll taste it

In time

The right words

In time

-Seven, by Sunny Day Real Estate