Will I know when it's finally done?
This whole life is a hallucination
You're not alone in anything
You're not alone in trying to be
She reaches for the barely visible scar on her cheek
And it's bleeding, bleeding (red, deep crimson)
The glass shard falls from her face
He promised to never hurt her (he lied)
"But I am me. And you are you. We're Chuck and Blair. Blair and Chuck. The worst thing you've ever done—the darkest thought you've ever had—I will stand by you through anything."
Too many times. He'd hurt her more than once.
But oh he needs her. Desires her.
So she runs from the city lights and the gloating Empire
Permanent, forever, reminding her
(I could have been yours)
"I'm not Chuck Bass without you"
Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.
Not for long. Not now.
When the Brooklyn Bridge is so near
It's like he's taking her soul in his hands
Rescuing her from the depths of the other
"You have to decide what's more important to you, keeping your pride and getting nothing, or taking a risk, and maybe, maybe having everything."
She's coming back together
Her broken pieces mend (slowly, so slowly)
The pauper and the princess
We should not work.
But they do. Shining and happy and together and safe.
See now, a star's born.