My second story, also a songfic because I'm too lazy to finish and post the first chapter of my soon-to-be grand masterpiece. I now realize my masterpiece is flawed and I have deleted it.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that belongs to The Band Perry or Bisco Hatori. (She did create Ouran High School Host Club, right? Right? Unless I did...)


The Band Perry


If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

My death was something that no one expected. I just collapsed two weeks after the Éclair incident during Host Club.

Lord make me a rainbow,

I'll shine down on my mother

She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors

Oh, and life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no

Ain't even gray, but she buries her baby

My father didn't take it well at all. After my dear mother in heaven died, he was heartbroken, but this was it for him. He's not even gray yet, he takes such good care of hair, but he's lost all the family he has left.

The sharp knife of a short life

Well, I've had just enough time

I'm glad that I met the Host Club before I died. They were wonderful friends, even If they were annoying sometimes.

If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life

The funeral was a grand thing. The headmaster allowed it to be on school grounds. My father could never have afforded it, but it was funded out of the Host Club's pocket *cough*Kyoya* and quite a few private donations. I wouldn't have thought the day Kyoya was generous would ever come. Most of the high school division attended. They found out I was a girl there, but didn't obsess over it, for the most part. I was more loved by them than I thought or could've imagined.

Well, I've had just enough time

Even if I didn't live a long, full life, I've had just enough time to realize that unlike many other people here, I died happy.

And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom

I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger

I've never known the loving of a man

But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand

The dance two weeks ago with Kyoya was nice. Something in his eyes was different then. I, believe it or not, actually liked holding his hand.

There's a boy here in town, says he'll love me forever

Who would have thought forever could be severed by

Tamaki may never have realized his feelings completely, but he would have soon. He's in enough pain without those feelings.

The sharp knife of a short life

Well, I've had just enough time

I'm happy to have realized this, even if I am dead now.

So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls

What I never did is done

Don't cry…

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar

They're worth so much more after I'm a goner

"…I've always wanted to what she thought of us. We could never really read her response to all of the Host Club's well-known antics. Now, we'll never truly understand her. I'm sorry about that," Kyoya finished with tears in his eyes, a rare sight.

And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singing

Funny, when you're dead how people start listening

"…and if anything, we wish that we hadn't bothered Haruhi so much, and maybe stopped pulling her around when she told us to stop, even though we don't regret a moment of it, because that was one more moment we spent with her. Oh, I do regret not ever listening to her, not even once." Kaoru ended as Hikaru burst into tears.

Don't cry…

If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

"I composed a song for Haruhi. It's about everything my wonderful daughter—"Tamaki was cut off.

"Not your daughter," Ranka choked out.

"Well," Tamaki continued unsteadily," it's about all the wonderful things—well, it's Haruhi.

The ballad of a dove

Someone let one go at the end.

Go with peace and love

Gather up your tears; keep 'em in your pocket

Save them for a time when you're really gonna need them, oh

Oh, please, pity the living, not the dead. After all, there is a valid reason you pray to us, not us to you.

The sharp knife of a short life

Well, I've had just enough time

"I don't want to watch anymore. Can we leave?" asked Haruhi.

"Yes."

So put on your best, boys

And I'll wear my pearls

A lone rose petal fluttered through the wind.


If I Die Young…


Please suggest songs and a character for me make into chapters in the reviews. I read every single one of them. I'm trying too make these mostly dark or sad. Thanks in advance.