Yeah, I know, I've already published this once earlier today. But the lovely DecadentGrrrl pointed out to me that this is TRIGGERING. Duh. Dumb, dumb moment on my part. Please, DO NOT READ this if you have had any past in self-harm. Or if you're thinking about self-harm. And if you are, PLEASE DO NOT DO IT. Honestly, private message me. I will listen to absolutely anything. If you need to vent, cry, bitch, moan, please. I am here. Having dealt with this myself, I don't want anyone else to struggle alone. So, I'm here. This is a warning. And in future chapters, there may be more of this type of subject. Don't continue. I'm here for anyone who needs a listening ear.

xoxox

Okydoky, kids. The name of this chapter, Welcome To My Life, is by Simple Plan. Totally go check it out, because it makes a special appearance in this chapter. I used some of the lyrics for Tony, simply because I was listening to it and felt like it perfectly explained these two boys we so adore.

Loki was sitting outside on the balcony when Tony finally got home. He hadn't wanted to leave his new 'roommate' here all by himself, but with rent baring down on him like a fucking steamroller, he hadn't much choice. He really needed a fucking job. But, his feet hurt, and his back was tired and really, all this 'job hunting' bullshit, was not fun. Why the fuck did his dad have to be such a bastard? Ooooh, right, because he believed Tony had killed his beautiful wife. Not that he'd ever admit it, but Tony probably wouldn't have been much better than Howard, had he been in his position.

"Hey." He flopped into a chair and set his cool beer on the railing. The sun was shining brightly. It warmed his skin and sunk into his bones, making him feel like a limp noodle. Ugh. Relaxation. No wonder everyone liked it so much.

"Any luck?" The porcelain skinned boy next to him didn't really appear interested. He looked preoccupied, as he had for the past week and a half since they had gotten drunk, kissed, and essentially, he had collapsed in Tony's arms in grief, confusion, and desperation.

Tony frowned and shook his head, studying the clouds as if they held all the answers to the questions that were whirring around in his mind.

1) What exactly were he and Loki? Acquaintances? Friends? Best friends? More?

2) Was Loki blowing hot and cold at him because that kiss had been a moment of weakness and vulnerability? Was their lack of closeness now simply because of what he was dealing with in his head?

3) How could he go on like this? Without money? Without support? When all the sleep he was getting were cat naps between classes?

4) Did Loki need him?

5) Did, against all odds, he need Loki? Was the impregnable Tony Stark...hoping? wanting? needing? comfort from another human being? -gasp-

Tony couldn't really process anything. His medicine had run out a few days ago and his mind was currently running free. It was driving him up a wall, he couldn't focus on anything and even the simplest thing was making him flip his shit. Seeing Loki stare at him in complete and utter shock when he had woken up to the kitchen being demolished- half of it already blown to smithereens thanks to a experiment gone wrong (the very thing which had sparked his tantrum, actually)- by a very exhausted, frustrated, insane Tony hadn't been a moment he wanted to experience. Although, it had been kind of cute to see Loki so sleepy with his hair all messy. In his pajamas. Yeah. That was pretty fucking adorable actually.

"Anthony," Loki sat up and shifted in his chair to look Tony full-on. Uh-oh. "The college called. They're going to be reassigning rooms to the students whose dorms were burned down. It's just taking them a little while to figure out what to do with everyone. But I should be out of your hair in a few days, at the very most." The prim way Loki spoke took Tony a minute to fully process. His mind was wheeling. Loki was so pretty. "Anthony? Anyone in there?" He waved a long, white, slender hand in front of Tony's face.

"Uh, right. Yeah. Okay. Um." He blinked. "You know you can stay here, right? I mean, they'll probably be housing three to a dorm room." He shrugged, trying his ADHD-best to appear completely nonchalant. Damn. He missed Adderall.

Loki sighed. "I realize staying here would be more comfortable, and most likely a more positive experience for me." He glanced at Tony. He could feel the green eyes cutting through him like a hot knife. "But what about you? I know getting a job is stressful on you, even more so because I'm staying here. I don't want to be a burden on you, even though I would try to get a job should I stay. And there's also that kiss..." He trailed off, looking out at the city beneath them.

Tony shifted uncomfortably. "I understand if it was just a one-time thing, Loki. It's okay. I'm not expecting anything." Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't hoping for something...

6) Was he gay? Or, bisexual, because, let's face it, he still liked boobs...a lot. But he liked Loki a lot, too. Like. A. Lot.

Loki smirked. "You're too quick to reassure. I know that kiss meant something to you." Tony could feel his cheeks get hot. "It did to me too."

Tony looked up at Loki. He looked so calm and cool. There was a sense of reticence around Loki, even when he was seething or crying or just throwing a motherfucking tantrum. It seemed like he was always in control of himself. Tony wanted nothing more than to take that control and rip it apart at the seams, to see Loki let loose and free. There had been one or two occasions when he had seen the raven-haired teenager lose his cool, or laugh freely, or dance like there wasn't a soul on earth watching- although, honestly, Tony, for one, couldn't keep his eyes off him. Loki was uptight, straight as a razor blade's edge. And Tony knew exactly why, because for a time, he had been the same fucking way.

After Maria died, and his dad pretended like he didn't exist, Tony had started breaking rules and being 'naughty'. He'd become salacious, insolent, rebellious, arrogant, cocky, licentious, and a bit unhinged. He had broken every rule his father had ever given him- including, but not limited to, having casual sex, gambling, drinking (excessively) and doing all manner of drugs. He let go, broke down, started to destroy himself from the inside out. All very publicly and with the help of many 'friends' and women of various professions. However, before this moral demolition, Tony had been straight-edge. He had gone to school, stayed away from drugs and alcohol. Hell, he had hardly drank coffee. Before his mother died, he'd been a virgin, believe it or not.

But, unlike Loki, Tony destroyed the person he was. He became something new- even if this story is the same old song and dance. Something hardened and laughing in the face of everything good and pure. Now, he missed his innocence. It's bliss.

"Then why leave?" He took a long drag from his beer. Maybe if he drowned himself in enough alcohol, this would be easier.

"Because, darling, I think we both know how that would end." He waited for Tony to meet his eyes. "Badly. For both of us." He smiled softly. "You need to take this slowly. I know you've never...done this. You've never been with a man before. Have you?" The look in his eyes was enough to show that he well knew he was right, and that that question was just for Tony's sake. To make him face it.

Obediently, Tony shook his head.

"Then me being here, right here, always in reach, always in touch. It's too much right now. Being so...unwittingly serious so soon would be a mistake. Everyone needs personal space, especially you and I." Loki patted his hand reassuringly.

Tony nodded. He was right. "You're different, Loki. I don't know how, I don't know why. You're just different. It's fucking scary. But I really do...like you." He flinched at his own wording. "As childish as that sounds. But it's like you're the first person who's ever understood, y'know? You get it. Youknow what it's like to be me. To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark, and kicked when you're down. You know what it's like to be pushed around, to be on the edge of breaking down. And no one's there to save you. (1) You get that. No one else does." He carded his hand through his fucking barbaric curls. "I don't want to lose you. Not just because...you're someone I can relate to. But because I trust you. It's so stupid, but I do. And I've never trusted anyone, Loki."

Loki threaded their fingers together. "I know, darling. You won't lose me. I just won't be living here." He toyed with Tony's fingers thoughtfully. "If anyone knows what it's like to lose someone you trust, it's me. I wouldn't do that to you."

Tony nodded, watching the skinnier, taller, more put-together teenager like he was his muse. "The problem is, Lo-Lo, if you leave, I'm just gonna be lost. Hurt. And I think we both know what happens when I'm like that. I'm not one for self-preservation or anything, but everything in me is screaming at me to be careful." Whoa, why was he being so honest? He really needed some Adderall...

Loki laughed, but it wasn't a happy laugh. It was tragic, and betrayed Loki's hurt and pain and everything he was going through internally. Tony wanted to fix it. To fix everything. To fix Loki. "You want a guarantee? I can't give you one. I've been just as let down as you have in the past. Obviously, relationships of any kind are not my forte. But I'll try. I give you my word on that, I will try my hardest to make this work." Tony was honestly beginning to think his heart was on the verge of exploding. Literally. It was beating so hard against his ribcage, he thought it was gonna break some bones or something. "This isn't the easiest thing for me, either, darling. Trusting isn't something I've made a particular practice of." Tony could see the events of two weeks ago flashing through his friend's eyes. Of course, trust was a tentative thing for Loki right now, understandably.

Tony very much wanted to strangle Odin. This would be ten times easier for both of them if it weren't for their fathers.

"You can trust me, Loki. The last thing I want to do is hurt you." He murmured, his eyes down and his face red, because god damn it, he didn't say stuff like this.

Loki grinned. "You're blushing." He chucked Tony's chin with a long, skeletal finger, making the older boy grin brightly. "I think you've proven quite efficiently that there is a heart in that chest of yours. Never mind the rumors swearing otherwise." He stood, letting go of Tony's hand and leaning against the railing.

Tony smiled up at him, happy that, for once, someone seemed to understand that he wasn't the cold, salacious bastard the media made him out to be. He could care about people, it just wasn't often that he found anyone worth more than his disdain and unworthy of concern or compassion. There were few people who wanted anything more from Tony than a quick trip to fame and fifteen minutes worth of media time. And of course there was the river of booze and drugs and women at his dispense. Motives for Tony's affection were hardly ever pure.

He took out a cigarette and lit it, eyeing Loki through the flame. "How are you? You know, with everything?" He asked the standing, long-legged teen.

Loki snorted. "Thor calls about every five minutes. Frigga calls at least once a day." He shrugged. "They won't give me any space." His shoulders dropped and he sagged against the railing, looking exhausted and worn. "I just need time to think. God forbid Thor even consider thinking about anything. He thinks I should be over it by now. Maybe he's right. But...it's a blow to everything I've been safe in and depended on for most of my life. My family, no matter how out-of-place I felt in it, was everything to me." He shook his head, his eyes averted from Tony's and focused on something off in the distance.

Tony frowned. "I can talk to him, tell him to stop calling you so much. It's not for him to decide when and if you get over this. I mean, I sure as hell wouldn't. But then again, I'd probably have punched Odin out instead of calmly walking away." He felt his spirits lift when Loki gave him a lop-sided grin. At least he could cheer the boy up a little.

"That certainly crossed my mind." Tony noticed his fingers lightly tracing the scarred skin on his arm. It had finally healed, for the most part, from the burns a few weeks ago. It matched the scars on Tony's hands, spreading across flesh in lacey patterns and marring otherwise young, clean skin.

"We match." Loki nodded towards Tony's hands, obviously noticing Tony gazing at his arm. "I noticed the other day when you held my hand." A soft smile spread across his satin lips.

Tony could still remember the feel of those lips on his. And he couldn't wait to feel it again.

Loki shifted his backpack tiredly. He really needed to get to the library. But, as with most things in his life, people were in his way. Dear gods, teenagers were not supposed to walk this slow! And really, he didn't like being out and about on the green this much. There was too much chance of-

"Loki!" Thor's booming voice thundered out of nowhere.

...this.

God help him. He kept walking, this time rudely trying to squeeze between people- ew, people, touching, bad, bad touching, ew- and get to the safe haven of the library. If he could just get to his quiet, solitary, book-laden sanctuary. Then everything would be okay. There amongst Shakespeare, Tolstoy, and Wilde, he would be safe from his family and his problems and the questions that assaulted him at every turn.

If Thor got a hold of him and started talking, Loki would break down and let himself be coerced to forget all of this had ever happened. But he couldn't. If he did, he might just go insane. He was at breaking point, as it was.

Fun Fact #7: Loki is very soft when it comes to his- when it comes to Thor. He will break down at the slightest begging or coercing or big puppy dog eyes. Really, it's pathetic.

"Loki!" A big hand closed around his arm.

Loki very nearly let out a very uncharacteristic curse. Hmm. Maybe Stark was rubbing off on him. Ah well. "What?" He spat, spinning- in the midst of a very lethargic crowd, mind you- to stare viciously at Thor.

The blond young man looked taken aback by the green fire in his brother's eyes. "Loki, I've been calling you for two weeks! What happened to you? Where are you staying? We need to talk!" Well, his voice was still just as loud and thunderous as Loki remembered it to be. Shame. He was getting a migraine from hell.

"Yes, I am well aware you've been calling, Thor." He felt like he was talking to a two-year old and he really couldn't handle that. Living with someone who was the same level of intelligence as he was had spoiled him. God, let him get assigned an intelligent roommate. Please. "I have been ignoring those phone calls. If I had wanted to speak to you, I would have answered. I didn't want to be hunted down and attacked like an animal." He wrenched out of the blond's overzealous grip. Yeah, that was going to leave bruises. Lovely. His poor pale skin.

"Loki, please don't do this. I didn't want you to find out that way." Thor sounded like a kicked puppy...until Loki focused on what he had said.

And that got his mind racing in a fast, vicious, bitter cycle he was not capable of dealing with right now. By the gods, Thor, you're killing Loki. "Wait." He put up a hand to keep Thor from going on. "You mean you knew I was adopted all this time, and you never told me?" His voice wasn't shaking, his voice wasn't on fire- rather contrarily, it was frozen cold- his voice wasn't suffocating. But he was. Whether anyone else could tell, Loki was shaking like a leaf, burning life fire, and suffocating like someone had their hands around his long, delicate windpipe. Is this what it feels like to be betrayed, over and over again?

Quite honestly, Loki hadn't been holding any sort of grudge towards Thor. Thor was his soft spot and Thor had always remained guiltless and innocent in all of this. Until now. Now, Loki very much wanted to hit someone- mainly fucking Thor- because his big brother had hurt him deep down further into his heart than anyone but Thor could reach. He had stabbed him in the back because he knew all that Loki had struggled with. He knew Loki had felt like he didn't belong, and for good reason! Because he hadn't!

Of course, Loki didn't think about the negative effect finding out that he actually didn't belong to his beloved family would have had on him any sooner than right here and right now.

Clearly, this wasn't his most coherent, level-headed moment.

"Um." Quite appropriately, Thor looked like a deer in headlights. Well, oops. "I-I did. I mean, I helped them...well, I helped them pick you up from the orphanage, brother." The quite shame and guilt in Thor's voice and expression was just not pronounced enough to give Loki any satisfaction. Not that he was sure he could even glean any satisfaction from the extraordinarily painful moment. His heart hurt.

"Do not, don't you fucking dare, call me that." And yep, there went every teensy bit of self-control he had. He had said a bad word. Better look out, Thor, Loki's bout to lose his shit. "You sat by me while I cried and hurt and ached over how Odin treated me and how I looked so fucking different, and you didn't say one word to me about...about this...this...lie?" His voice was dangerously low. And really, the look of fear and wide-eyed surprise on Thor's face made him want to just scream. And cry. And scratch his eyes out. And rip his heart from his chest.

Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies.

While Loki was a lost little boy trying to please his parents, Thor was hiding this from him? Thor was lying to him? Thor was letting him wallow and drown in this unfathomable ocean of misplaced confusion, pain, and pent-up anger? No. Of course not. Surely there was some mistake. This was Thor! Thor would never do that to him. No. It can't be true. Loki's hearing things.

Fun Fact #8: Loki's sense of ironic humor transcends the barrier between social and personal conversation. He is as sarcastic with himself as he is with the rest of his very limited social circle.

"It wasn't a lie, brother!" Mmk. Thor. You are just fucking asking for Loki to break the ever-loving fuck down and kill you. At this point, Loki was fairly sure he could claw the man's throat out of his neck. Yeah. He has anger issues. "You are part of our family! My family! You are my little brother!" Thor's face was actually heartbroken. He was heartbroken.

Thor.

Thor was heartbroken.

Thor did not have the right to be heartbroken.

Loki had to take a moment here, to breathe. If he didn't he would either pass out or scream. Neither was something he particularly wanted to happen here. He wanted to keep his cool. Really, he'd bitched his 'family' out enough to last him a life time.

Count to ten. One. I want to kill Thor. Two. He lied to me. Three. He hurt me. Four. Why aren't I bleeding. Five. He looks sad. Six. Maybe he is. Seven. I don't care. Eight. Yes, I do. Nine. But I'm the one whose been betrayed. Ten. Screw it, I still want to kill Thor. Maybe he should count to twenty?

"Thor. I am not your family, I am not your brother. We are not related in any way." Whoa, that hurt. Is this what ripping your veins out and stomping on your own heart feels like? Loki's pretty sure it is. "I am not an Odinson. You know this, and have for a long time." He was fairly satisfied with how calm and collected he sounded. Too bad, that wouldn't last long.

"Father always said you-" Oh look, there's his Self-Control, running down the street, screaming, away from him. He almost waved. Yeah. He's officially going insane. No big deal.

"Odin? Odin said? Yeah, I heard what he said, Thor. He said I wasn't his. He said I wasn't part of this family." It was all coming back, the tight ball in his chest, the flashing red, being unable to breathe and feeling like the world was spinning. "I heard it all, Thor. Every last word." He shook his head. "I don't want to talk to you, Thor. I'm not your little brother anymore. I never have been." He shoved away from the man, who had once again latched onto his arm. Bruises. Bruises galore. What a beautiful metaphorical image of his heart. Hmm.

"No, Loki, please..." There were those painfully sad eyes. Painful, because that should be Loki. It should be Loki holding onto Thor for dear life, begging him to be his brother, to not leave because he needed him. He had the right to ask for that, to be teary, to be breaking down. But no, Thor was doing all that. Thor was having the crisis. Thor. It was always Thor. And as much as he loved the boy, he had always been put first, spoiled, coddled. Frigga had done her best, but even she had favored the perfect blond over her sullen raven-haired orphan.

Loki recoiled. He could feel little hot needles pricking the backs of his eyes, and his lungs wouldn't work and his throat was mutinying because suddenly his windpipe was too, too small. And his phone was buzzing, it was probably Anthony and as much as he wanted to lean on the boy, he had to deal with this on his own. No matter how badly it hurt, he needed to do this. For himself.

"Stop calling me, Thor. Stop...all of this." He waved an all-inclusive hand at his big brother. "It's over. The lie has been revealed. I'm not an Odinson, I never was." He shrugged, ignoring the tears that threatened to drown his eyeballs and spill down his cheeks.

"Loki, no. You are my brother. You are Loki Odinson!" The boy was crying wholeheartedly now. Loki wanted to rip his hair out.

His heart was breaking.

His skin begging to be split open by a razor's kiss.

His mind telling him to do awful things.

All just to get by.

All just to make it all stop.

All just to make the pain go away.

"Goodbye, Thor." He turned away, feeling the tears fall, feeling his lips tremble, feeling his body weak and worn and exhausted. And everything was just too much. He was on the edge. He was breaking.

Loki sat in the quietest, darkest corner of the huge campus library that he could find and sunk down against the wall. Everything here was shrouded in musky shadows and book smell. It comforted him in that old, dusty, untouched way he had loved since he was a child and Odin had just yelled at him till he cried. Whenever he had needed to get away from everyone, he had hid in the library at the house- mostly unused until he got older and practically lived in there- and cried until he was calm and relatively in control of his emotions again.

Thor had never found him. It had taken Frigga years to figure out where her son disappeared to for hours at a time. Odin hadn't even looked. Now, Loki wasn't sure if that made him extraordinarily sad, or just the same as before. Why did Odin matter? He had never established a connection with his adopted child. He had never shown care or love or even respect for Loki, instead, becoming a tyrant who controlled and broke Loki down into a million, heartbroken, confused pieces.

'What do I do now? Where do I go from here? Who am I? What am I? Are my parents still alive, like, my real parents? Who am I? Loki...who? Am I even from around here? Is my entire life a lie?' The questions spun like a destructive tornado in his head. Loki Odinson. He no longer existed. So who was in his place? Who was the fraud that had been masquerading as him?

Fraud.

Idiot.

Nothing.

Orphan.

Lie.

These are the things that made up Loki Odinson.

Tony paced desperately. What now, what now, what now? Everything was falling apart. Everything. Abso-fucking-lutely everything. Well. There was just one thing to do now.

Tony strode past Pepper and Miss Fucking Flawless, into the conference room. "You stopped paying for my college, you heartless bastard?" He spit out the words before he was halfway through the door. It really wasn't a question, it was fact. But wanted Howard to answer for it.

Howard looked up in shock. Yep, I'm still here, asshole. The thought assaulted his brain grimly. This was not going to be fun. Brown eyes that mirrored his own darkened until they were shit-brown and glowering. Pepper nearly ran into him, obviously coming to be damage-control. -snort- There wasn't anyone in this world who could keep Tony from ripping this company apart, limb from limb, board by board, seam from seam. Destruction was kind of the one thing he was really good at, and before this day was over, his father would know that very well. It would be ingrained in his brain. He could ruin whatever the fuck he wanted.

"Excuse me, I don't think you're allowed in this part of the building." There was a cold glint in the man's eyes and his mouth was a hard, white line of rage. "Furthermore, I don't see much need in paying for something that won't profit me at all."

Tony picked up a potted plant and threw it across the room- he likes throwing shit when he's mad. "Doesn't profit you! Am I supposed to be your newest machine, Howie?" He laughed, hysterical and a little unhinged- because right now, if Tony Stark is anything, he's insane. "The Stark 2.0?" He snickered, his hands fastening around the back of some white-washed businessman's chair until his knuckles turned bone-white. "Do you think I'm some robot? That I'll just bend to your will? That I'll just do whatever you want as long as I get money and booze? You're fucking nuts. I don't need you." He snarled, rabid as a dirty street dog. "But you, you need me, old man. Without me, this company is defunct. Useless. Gone. Without me there is no future, because this" He stabbed a finger against the side of his skull. "This right here is the money-maker and you fucking know it." All the blood was draining out of Howard's face. "You need me. But I don't need you. Whoops. That wasn't part of the plan, huh? When you and I fall out, and the media finds out, your stocks are gonna drop past the crust of the earth and into hell." He looked around the room at all the wide eyes staring at him as if he had finally lost it. News flash: Tony lost it about five years ago, you ignorant morons. "And I'm sure any one of these lovely gentlemen will be happy to make sure they find out in about, oh, five minutes."

Howard looked like he was either going to kill Tony or pass out. Guess why. Go ahead. Guess.

Because Stark Industries is Howard Stark's one and only baby. It is his child, his progeny, his legacy. Tony was just an aside. Just an oops. Just Maria's kid. Howard didn't care about Tony. He cared about his business. Every scant ounce of his love was poured without a second thought into the company, the legacy, the fame and fortune, the death machines.

"This right here, it's gonna ruin you. With a few simple words, I will have ripped apart your future. How does it feel, hmm? Feels pretty fucked up, doesn't it? Welcome to Karma, Howie. You just got some of your own fucking medicine." He snarled, pretty much positive he was currently foaming at the mouth. Yeah. It was pretty much a given that Tony had god damn rabies.

Now, there was nothing to do but get drunk and hope all of this was a nightmare.

"You're not my son. I never wanted you. You're just a mistake, an oops, you're nothing." Howard's voice hit his back like a dagger. Precise. Certain. A well-executed kill-shot.

He shrugged and turned to look at his dad. "Then maybe no one will miss me when I finally drink myself to death, like you've wanted to for years, huh?" He smiled, a scarecrow smile on a suddenly old-beyond-years face. Tony was old, haggard, worn down and broken like an old toy. Played with by few, discarded by all. Tony was a show, a captivating enigma. But no one loves enigmas. No one loves mysterious characters full of dark intentions and damaged pieces that really don't fit right. No one loves people like Tony.

No one.

Loki looked down at the small, innocent little blade in his hand. He couldn't believe it was still in his backpack, after all this time. How long had it been? Weeks, months, years? His mind was too busy to remember. Not that it really mattered...

...What's one more broken toy?

Oops. Angst. THIS CHAPTER BLOWS, guys. I'm so sorry.

But, TEARS. Because Loki. -I get a little in love with my characters, ignore me- TEARS. Because my poor Tony. Gah.

Anywhoooooo. Please review. Tell me it sucks. Say you hate me. No, wait, don't. I LOVE YOU ALL. Hugs. Kisses. xoxox, you know the drill.

Oh, and because I haven't mentioned this in a while, and someone might have forgotten -snort-, I don't actually own any of these characters, except Miss Fucking Flawless and random businessmen that don't speak or have names because I can't be bothered with piddly extras, y'know. All this shit belongs to Stan Lee, you magnificent man you.

Review, pahleeeeaaaasseeeee. Oh, wait, did I already mention that? Oops.

P.S. There is a reason for all the Howard bullshit. Just waiiiit. Have patience. I know, I need new bad guys. They are on the way!

xoxox (already mentioned that one too, huh?)

(1) is lyrics from the song mentioned/ the title.