A/N: The characters are not mine, they are owned by James Cameron and Charles Eglee, however, the idiots of FOX Network decided to let them die, but they won't!!! However, the words are mine and ya can't steal them!!…
Proof Of Purchase
We're back to where we were,
as things were before, before she went away.
And we're doing things like before.
We're both subtly trying to hold on.
So I cook, she watches
we talk, she smiles.
Almost like all times.
I'm just happy I have her back in my life.
And in a moment of weakness,
or I think that's what she berates herself with
she poisoned our evening,
by tasting what I was cooking.
And I didn't even care that dinner went to hell,
but she couldn't stand it,
so she walked out and her jacket took as well.
But before she left,
we had one of those moments.
A moment that should be sung
in songs to come
in Christmas songs,
in love ballads.
I told her how I felt,
through that thick frosted glass,
and she told me how she felt,
and that she was sorry, she apologized.
I shake my head,
do not apologize.
It was not your fault.
You did not ask for this.
Nor did I.
To me this is a test of love.
Should you see it like this?
If I endure this, then you should see it
as if I were the one, because I overcame
every obstacle for you.
Not for her, not for me.
My angel, I did it for you.
Would you see it like this?
But she can't deal, so she runs away
and breathe deep and fill my lungs with patience.
Because one of the two of us has to have some.
And damn if I let her be the one,
when I know she has none.
Another night has passed,
and I don't have her in my arms.
Can't even hear her breathing
on the other side of my house.
In my guestroom.
My face, I hide in my hands.
Her ex anti Christ called me,
and giving me glorious news.
The will help me, if for him
I come through.
He doesn't know our little problem,
but he is willing to help.
And right now I am desperate.
I don't care how much she's gonna yell.
And I've seen the yellow brick road,
I've seen the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
I've seen dark in the deepest part of the ocean
I've seen everything now that I have heard of
the guy who came help us
beat this bitch.
Get through this thing
without ripping each other apart.
Without letting go, without a fight.
He was the guy who created my death,
and I've never been happier to see him.
He was gonna help me and her,
become invincible.
To achieve invincibility,
I had to sell parts of my memories.
But those memories me and her would create,
I knew that those would never be sold.
Because I'd have them etched in my skin,
and if things go right,
I'll etch them in her skin.
Another day goes by,
and it becomes brighter cause she's with me.
Maybe is the anticipation.
Or maybe is the nervousness.
I couldn't care less,
because she's here, with me
no pity, no calls,
she came because she wanted to.
She came to me.
But, I know a reason why she also came to me.
Her family again, this one looks a wee bit, well not like me.
But he is her family and he helped her escape,
and for that I love without knowing him,
he help me get my angel back again.
And now the guy who tried to kill me,
the night my angel resuscitated,
is here and befriending her…
like when they were kids, they together, graduated.
I don't like him too much.
But he says he wants to help.
I just know that my angel sometimes,
works better alone.
And now apparently, there's a father to all of this.
My angel has found her god, or well, her creator.
I am hoping I become her god.
Her family member, the one she's looking for
says he's looking for his father
because he doesn't want to be alone.
I know the feeling, man, I share your pain.
I know.
He founded Manticore,
He created all of them.
He gave life, and left
and the others took their life away.
And her ex anti Christ called again.
And this time, he said something strange.
He said my angel's DNA was special.
She said there was something there…
But it was all interrupted, I had to give her the good news;
the lab guy called, he says he's close to a cure.
I'll sell my soul to the devil
if that's what it takes
to be with you my angel.
Forever, forever and a day.
A night envelops me
and my angel accompanies me.
And I help her figure out
where her family's gonna strike
and she says she wants to hug me
but I tell her that's alright.
Cause, I'd wait a thousand nights.
And I did… my angel never came back to me
and when I didn't get called back by the lab geek,
I knew Manticore stroked again.
And now, I got no help.
And now, I'll sit here and watch
my window, the days going by.
The people, walking towards their life.
And will drown here,
because my angel is here,
but not at my side.
A/N: Sorry to make you wait so much guys, to be honest, the muse didn't strike and writing without muse or forcing her is just not good, BTW, her name's Almeida, so you can yell at her, for not paying visits. Anyways, I make references here to a song from HANSON, called: RIVER… 'forever and a day', that's their little line. And I should also say that a few lines were inspired by the movie: DOWN TO YOU. Sorry once again, and call me meany, but flames or sprays guys???