This is the way you left me. She floated away from her life, her job, her only real love. This is the worst way to be left, forced; tearing what nearly began apart before it had a chance to grow.
I'm not pretending. For the first time and her last time, she made to first move. For the first and last time, she took down the masks, no longer pretending that it wasn't there.
No hope, no love, no glory, No hope of ever seeing him again, no love to be shown in the future that was not for him, no glory, she was defeated by the abstract noun she was at the mercy of: love.
No happy ending. The books lie.
This is the way that we love. It is what they do, what they used to do. Hide, conceal and ignore the blushing and rambling, never quite saying what he meant to, unconscious flirting.
Like its forever. But it will be, somewhere inside.
Then live the rest of our life
But not together. What's worse, never being able to see/hear/feel the one you love and living without each other; being alive but having a dead heart? Or dying in the name of love?
Wake up in the morning,
Stumble on my life. Pick up the pieces and carry on like it never happened.
Can't get no love without sacrifice. To live happily, someone has to suffer.
If anything should happen, Inevitable in their line of work…
I guess I wish you well. Wishing the other happiness even if it wasn't with them…
Mm A little bit of heaven,
With a little bit of hell. There can never be people of all good, they will always be tempted by the devil. Just as Mace was.
This is the hardest story that I've ever told. He loved her more than anyone or anything.
No hope, no love, no glory. No hope of ever seeing him again, no love to be shown in the future that was not for him, no glory, she was defeated by the abstract noun she was at the mercy of: love.
A happy ending gone forever more. She just knew that if they hadn't been Harry Pierce and Ruth Evershed of section D, things could have been ok
I feel as if I'm wasted,
And I'm wasted everyday. Get up, go to work, save the country in one way or another, go home, eat dinner alone, feed thee pet/s, cry, go to sleep…
This is the way you left me. She floated away from her life, her job, her only real love. This is the worst way to be left, forced; tearing what nearly began apart before it had a chance to grow.
I'm not pretending. For the first time and her last time, she made to first move. For the first and last time, she took down the masks, no longer pretending that it wasn't there.
No hope, no love, no glory, No hope of ever seeing him again, no love to be shown in the future that was not for him, no glory, she was defeated by the abstract noun she was at the mercy of: love.
No happy ending. The books lie
This is the way that we love, It is what they do, what they used to do. Hide, conceal and ignore the blushing and rambling, never quite saying what he meant to, unconscious flirting.
Like its forever. But it will be, somewhere inside.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together. What's worse, never being able to see/hear/feel the one you love and living without each other; being alive but having a dead heart? Or dying in the name of love?
Two o'clock in the morning,
Something's on my mind. She is an angelic ghost, floating around his brain, his memories. Always there, love leaves imprints on his brain that awakens at the most arbitrary of times.
Can't get no rest, He can not sleep without dreaming.
Keep walking around To her desk, her house, the dock.
If I pretend that nothing ever went wrong
I can get to my sleep Jus for a few moments.
I can think that we just carried on. Its want the other would want.
This is the hardest story that I've ever told. She loved him so much
No hope, no love, no glory. No hope of ever seeing him again, no love to be shown in the future that was not for him, no glory, she was defeated by the abstract noun she was at the mercy of: love.
A happy ending gone forever more. She didn't want a happy ending with anyone else.
I fell as if I'm wasted,
And I'm wasted everyday. Get up, go to work, save the youth of today, go home, eat dinner alone, and feed the pet/s, cry, cry and cry some more…
The song is by Mika and is called "Happy Ending", please leave a review.