ShyBean: Can't we all? Thanks!
Countess Eliza: Same XD.
Country-Fangirl: Tbh, that's kinda true.
Harryscuzin (Ch. 3): Hmm... depends on the friend.
Harryscuzin: Sure.
Demigod ravenclaw: Yeah. I try doing that... but then... I stop focusing on homework and start singing along.
Yourdillpickle64 (ch 16): Lol.
Yourdillpickle64 (ch 8): :)
Yourdillpickle64 (ch 7): Lol I do that sometimes.
Yourdillpickle64 (ch 6): Lol, same. Thanks!
Yourdillpickle64 (ch 4): Thank youuuuuu.
Yourdillpickle64 (ch 3): XD yeah.
Yourdillpickle64 (ch 2): BLECH ALGEBRA.
Yourdillpickle64 (ch 1): Lol thak you!
The Assassin's Blade 2.0: Ikr?
Betty's a little crazy22: Thanks! Honestly same.
Twins 'n Fandoms: Oh... I haven't listened to the reprise O.o
LunaLovegood397: XD Ikr?
I wrote down every letter you wrote to me
From the moment you read them I knew you were mine
You said you were me
I thought you were me (Schizophrenia?)
Do you know what Angelica said when we saw your first letter?
He said: "Be careful with that, love (Um... Angelica's a dude now... okay then.)
It will do whatever it takes to survive." (It? Wow, Angelica clearly thinks very highly of Hamilton.)
You and your words flooded my senses
Your sentences left me vulnerable
You built palaces with paragraphs
You're a cathedral worm (Worm? XD.)
I read the letters you wrote to me again
I search for and answer on each line
For some kind of signal
And when you were mine
The world seemed to be burning
Smoking ... (SMOKING! Idk why this is funny but it is.)
You have published letters that he wrote to you
You told the whole world
How did you bring this girl to our bed?
When cleaning your name
You ruined our lives
Do you know what Angelica said while reading what you did?
He said: "You married Icarus, (Misgendering Angelica again...)
It flew very close to the sun. " (Hamilton is still an "it," apparently... but that makes sense 'cause he's a worm.)
You and your words are related to inheritance
Your sentences are pointless
And you are paranoid in every paragraph
As they see you
You you you!
I'm removing myself from the narrative
Let future historians wonder what Eliza is like reply
When you break her heart
You tore it apart
I watch it burn
I watch it burn
The world has no right to my heart
The world has no place in our bed
They won't know what I said
I burn memories
Turn on emails that can get you back (Yes, because emails totally existed back then.)
You lose all rights to my heart
You lose space in our bed
Instead, you'll sleep in your office
Only with memories of the past mine ...
I hope that you will be smoking ...
Well. Hope you enjoyed.