A/N: So I was totally a lazy little shit today in re this. So a rendition of "I won't say I'm in love" from Hercules from pure laziness.
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November 27th:
Music
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If there's a prize for rotten judgmentI guess, I've already won thatNo one is worth the aggravationThat's ancient historyBeen there, done that
Who'd ya think you're kidding?She's the earth and heaven to yaTry to keep it hidden, honey we can see right through yaBoy ya can't conceal itWe know how you're feelin', who you're thinking of
No chance, no way, I won't say it, no noYou swoon, you sigh
Why deny it, uh oh
It's too clicheI won't say I'm in love
I thought my heart had learned its lessonIt feels so good when ya start outMy head is screaming, "Get a grip, boy!Unless you're dying to rip your heart out!"
You keep on denying, who you are and how you're feelin'Baby, we're not lying, oh we saw ya hit the ceilingFace it like a grown upWhen ya gunna own up that ya got, got, got it bad?
No chance, no way, I won't say it, no no
Give up, give inCheck the grin, you're in love!You're doing flips, read our lips, you're in love
You're way off baseI won't say itGet off my caseI won't say it
Boy, don't be proudIt's okay, you're in love
OohAt least out loudI won't say, I'm in love
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Why is it that every time you think that your life is finally going to work out perfectly, it all goes to hell? I mean, I finally admitted what she meant to me after a year of being in perfect denial and what happens? I still get burned. At least this time I'm not sealed to a tree - though at times I really wish I was. At least that way I wouldn't feel anything or know any different. Instead, I get to wake up each morning knowing I'm all alone in the world and nothing is going to change that. I keep checking the damn well - for all the good it does me - and each time I come up painfully empty handed. I'm not alone alone if that makes any sense. I have a family of sorts but all of them still go to sleep knowing they have someone that loves them...really loves them...like that. Well maybe not Shippo but all the love he needs is that of a parent and he does have several parental figures. All of them like me. They care. I know they care but...but...it's not the same. I fought my feelings for her way too long... Maybe if I'd listened to what my heart was telling me...if I'd really admitted how I felt about her way back then...I wouldn't be alone now.
