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
