(AN: I improved my first songfic, after its long absence, I finally present to you the less suckish, less like the infamous "My Immortal" Fic (grammar wise) and better suited for all you fans)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Simpsons, I also don't own The Lyrics to One of my Turns, they belong to my gods, Pink Floyd and Matt Groening

One of My Turns

By: Ellena, Grammar Nazi, Hater of Ebony Darkness Dementia Way, and her creator Bloodyrists666

Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man

We were finally a couple, Mr. Burns and I. What I always have dreamed of. was a reality. At first I was happy. I found out, a couple of months ago, That my unrequited love for the longest time, shared my feelings. The first couple of months were perfect.

Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more

But now our so called 'romance', was being destroyed. In public we seem like the perfect couple. But, when we are at home, it's a different story. The fighting, the yelling, our perfect little romance, was Reduced to charred rubble.

And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum

Like On this particular night, Mr. Burns and I were fighting over something rather stupid.

It was over my obsessive habit of cleaning. It was that one insult that got me. Mr. Burns had said "You Obsessive compulsive imbecile, your apartment is clean enough all ready. I need to get home you twit." I know it's not like the worst insult in the book. But I was sick of all the insults. Then I snapped

Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe.

Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.

I kicked my bottle of bleach and then went insane. I smashed everything insight. Mr. Burns began to look a tad bit scared. I then pulled my curtains and smashed the window. Mr. Burns tried to calm me and apologize. I smacked him and then he hid in a corner.

Would you like to watch T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would'ya?
Would you like to see me try?

I Yelled and kept on smashing everything insight. Mr Burns ran to the phone. But then I hit him. He was clearly panicked. I threw The mop bucket full of water at him, Injuring him pretty badly.

I kept yelling while Mr. Burns tried to calm me down again. I sneered at him and simply said "Okay Monty, What ever the Hell you say."

Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?

Mr. Burns ran to my front door, and Ran to his house, In those few minutes of fighting I had destroyed what was left of Mr. Burns and My friendship, relationship. I looked around and sat down on my torn up sofa. I sighed. And began to cry

(AN: Yet even the improved version sucks, Like I said before please review, no flames please, criticism is very much appreciated. )

(ANN: Sorry for the anger at the writer of My Immortal, But I just hate the idiocy of it Oh and By the way PINK FLOYD rules"