Makes me sit and wonder
How you're never bothered
When I say I wanna be free
I was rushing ahead
How could you not see that
Guess you won't miss
What you don't need

I promised with every word
That I would tell you the truth
Maybe it went unheard
You could have told me so
I would've never known

You're not here
You're not here with me
I guess that means I'm free

In and out
I'd rather go without
I can't defend you now
You would have let me down

If you find another
Maybe you'll discover
True love just won't get up
And leave

I promised with every word
That I would tell you the truth
Maybe it went unheard
You could have told me so
I would've never known

You're not here
You're not here with me
I guess that means I'm free
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You're not here
You're not here with me
I guess I just run free

The sweet melody filled the shop, emitting from the old jukebox he had finally gotten to work after a half an hour of beating the life out of the poor machine. He had gained the usual screech of protest before the music filled the air. It was the way of things around here...for now...soon things would be better...soon things would work and flow as they should.

He would ensure it would be so...

Thankful that everyone was out of the shop, out doing their daily routines, hanging out with friends or perhaps out to work. He was unsure, the only thing he knew was that he woke up alone, save for Yama. She was forever his wake up call, pulling him back to reality and ensuring that he remain sane. But for how long?

Letting out a shaky breath, he changed into a pair of boxer shorts, nothing more than that, as he did not wish to stain anything with sweat. It was his routine when he was working out. To push himself past the brink, push himself until he broke and then pushed himself further.

Rolling his shoulders, he sauntered up to Dante's weight set that he had purchased for his brother back when he had his own dwelling. They had obviously seen better days, but they stilled glimmered as if they were brand new.

Picking up one of the weights, he began to work out to the beat, swaying to the beat as he lifted the large barbells over his head, the sound of clinking echoed beautifully along with the music. Normally his face would be a mask of determination as he worked out. But now...he could feel a grin splaying over his lips, a hunger boiled within.

This was a dance he that he had been working towards, where he could have what he deserved, where he could have what he needed. What he desired.

Letting his eyes drift shut, he began to spin the barbel with one hand, rather effectively. Managing to keep his balance as he danced. Hips swaying to the music, twirling the barbel around his body in sync with the music, the drum beat, the rhythm was most suited to him.

Sweat rolled down his body, his muscles clenching and twitching as he pushed himself harder and harder, refusing to give in, refusing to let anything stop him, refusing to let anything push him into the dirt. He would make it past this trial and make something of himself.

Bringing the weight to halt, he set it back down upon the wrack, before walking over to the large bar that was used for pull ups. Grabbing it both hands, he began to lift himself up, briefly struggling, feeling his shoulders tense, a scream tore from his lips as he fought down the pain, refusing to let himself fall prey to the agony.

Clenching his jaw, he gathered his strength, pushing down the sob rising in his throat.

This was his last dance...his last try to live life...

He would not surrender.