First off for starters, I do NOT OWN the songs I use in this chapter you hear, in order of appearance of the song you have Lifehouse's Simon, Stabbing Westward's Haunging Me, and Lifehouse's Somewhere In Between. Got it those songs I just listed I DO NOT OWN THEM, got it! Nor do I own Bosco, or any other character from TW, sadness I know but oh well boo hoo. Thanks for the review and well here you go, enjoy.
PART 3
"Catch your breath hit the wall scream out loud as you start to crawl back in
Your cage the only place where they will leave you alone
'Cause the weak will Seek the weaker until they've broken them could you get it back again
Would it be the same fulfillment to their lack of strength
At your expense left you with no defense they tore it down and I have Felt the same as you, I've felt the same as you, I've felt the same
Locked inside the only place where you feel sheltered where you feel safe
You lost yourself in your search to find something else to hide behind
The fearful always preyed upon your confidence
Did they see the consequence when they pushed you around
The arrogant build kingdoms made of the different ones
Breaking them 'til they've become just another crown
Refuse to feel,
Anything at all refuse to slip,
Refuse to Fall can't be weak,
Can't stand still you watch your back,
'Cause no one will you don't know why they had to go
This far traded your worth for these scars for your only
Company don't believe the lies that they told to you
Not one word was true you're alright, You're alright, You're alright"
Faith walked into the apartment, where she felt somewhat safe from the world going all to hell around her. All she could think about was Bosco, nobody to talk to, going home alone to a television and probably some kind of alcohol substance. He could always talk to her but she knew damn well as anybody else he just didn't talk about things like this, no matter how much it was killing him. Faith could just see the man having a knife sticking out of his stomach and Bosco would swear up and down that he was all right and that there was nothing to worry about.
This running through her head she had forgot one big thing what she had to face when she got home, Charlie. His best friend was dead now, and she had to come up with some kind of explanation of what really happened. For even a split second Faith wondered if she should stretch the truth not telling Charlie what really happened but she knew he would find out the real truth later on and end up hating her for never telling him the truth.
Dropping her stuff down by the door Fred heard her and came walking out of the bathroom with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, swishing it to side to side as he cleaned his teeth.
"Hey." He said trying to balance a hello to his wife with the extra spit and toothpaste.
When Faith produced the small light smile he immediately turned around gurgled the spit out with some water then came back out whipping his mouth. He knew that smile. It was the one she showed him screaming at him telepathically that she was telling him 'I have something on my conscious and I don't know how to tell you.'
"What happened?"
"Nothing, why do you assume "something," saying this with a little sarcasm sound to her voice "always happens when I walk in the door?" Faith snapped the rest but then soon regretted it after the look she got from her husband. All he was trying to do is ask what happened and all Faith wanted to do was tell somebody but she snaps at him instead because that is all that can come out.
"I'm sorry...." Trying to think what else to say Faith then decided to give up and walked pass him and into the kitchen. She really didn't need anything from there but for some reason that is all she could think to do. For a second she stood there alone with her back to the doorway until Fred came up from behind and wrapped his arms around her stomach which she leaned back into his neck.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'm here to listen."
Sighing heavily Faith quietly spoke almost in a whisper as though she was scared Charlie would over hear.
Ryan is dead, Bosco and I were,...." not sure how to approach it "Bosco ended up taking Ryan's life."
At first Fred just stared ahead almost not believing what Faith had just told him. He let go and gently grabbed Faith by the shoulder and turned her around.
"Ryan, Ryan the one that hangs out with our Charlie? He's dead?"
Faith nodded her head softly while Faith grabbed his temples closing his eyes as though he had a migraine.
"How did this happen?"
Opening his eyes he looked down on Faith who was very hesitant on telling him, and Fred didn't need an answer he knew what was involved to a degree he almost didn't want to know.
"Gun." He stated.
"Yeah," softly saying this "a bullet even gazed Bosco's arm."
"Are you okay?" Looking her in the eyes. Watching his wife close her eyes and then shake her head no.
Fred then grabbed Faith's hand led her towards the couch not letting go of her hand the entire time until both of them sat down at the same time facing each other.
"All right I want the whole story what went on."
Standing up quickly and making Fred let go of her hand she crossed her arms defensively beginning to pace.
"Faith your always saying it's better to get it off your chest, please I want to know."
She didn't know whether to run to the bathroom and hide from the truth or just tell what he probably find out anyways from the news. Sitting back down but not allowing Fred to touch her yet not wanting comfort as she told the story.
"Bosco and I we're sitting eating our food, then a car pulls besides us and begins firing. I thought Bosco had gotten hit you know because he let out a yelp, asked him if he was okay, all he wanted was the guys." Faith stopped. She didn't want to tell Bosco shot the kid when the gun was pointing at her directly to take her own life, so she had to stretch the truth she didn't want Fred to know that part of the story.
"We caught up. Bosco shot, got them end of story."
Silence was killing her now. When she was finished with the story she looked away scared her husband would read her guilty eyes. When she looked back she saw Fred staring at her, like he was expecting more. Faith turned around again trying to hide how she felt, that was until she felt her lip begin to quiver and she desperately told herself not to cry.
"Faith."
Just by saying her name made tears come flowing. Why did she feel so bad?
"Faith, please."
Her body sighed heavily as a tear rolled down her cheek another one following close behind.
"Ryan was on my side, Bosco saw it before I ever did, he was going to kill me the mother of his friend, shoot me. Bosco shot without hesitation and all I can think is...." She glanced at her husband glazed eyes "What if that had been Charlie. Would Charlie have gone with Ryan knowing this? Take someone's life like hat, make a cop kill him?" Tears rolled down freely. Fred then grabbed Faith into a hug.
"Charlie would never do that, he is a great child raised by a great mother, he would never do that." His hand rested in her hair entangling and twisting them rubbing her back up and down trying to comfort her, his wife.
"Ryan wasn't bad either just made a mistake that ended up costing his life, it's upsetting you because Bosco had to be the one to enforce it even with the consequences Ryan shouldn't have been there."
As Fred said this neither saw the figure now standing from the hall.
"Mom, Dad?"
Both turned to see Charlie giving them a questioning stare.
"What's going on....why is mom so upset?" Fred and Faith caught one's eyes wondering how they were going to break it to Charlie Yokas that he had lost a friend that day.
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Walking into his apartment it wasn't even dark, considering Bosco wasn't to fond of the dark so the hallway light always on just in case. Dragging his feet he slumped into his recliner putting his feet up while sliding his shoes off.
Cracking open his first beer he turned on the television. As he took his sip he let his interest be caught on what was be telecasted in front of him.
The news, oh the crappy news bringing you things you knew and replaying the events of what happened that night so Bosco glaring changed it.
"Everywhere I go I see your face.
Every sound I hear is the sound of your voice
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?"
"Shots rang out and ended here with Ryan gunned down."
Bosco almost let out a growl of frustration. What is with the news? It felt almost like they knew whatever you were trying to get away from it would somehow find a way to send you a message that you screwed up. He changed the channel going to the movies selection. Die Hard then Lethal Weapon 3 both talking about killing a kid. It was becoming ridiculous. He then pressed hard on the channel flipping up as quick as he could hold onto it without hurting his finger in the process. He stopped landing on a random channel.
"Ma'am can you tell us anything?"
The woman looked into the camera, the tears starting to trickle down, the tears standing out from the darkness that had fallen down on the city as it became nightfall, the camera shinned down brightening her tears showing her pain. For some reason Bosco hesitated, knowing he should just change to ESPN because you can't go wrong with sports but something made him stop knowing who it was, Ryan's mother.
"My son would never do what they are accusing of him, he was murdered my beloved son my baby, I hope that cop burns in hell for what he did to my sweet Ryan....no more further questions." The woman had succumbed to her tears and walked off with the reporter back in the camera's view.
"We will have more of this story as it transpires.....if you just tuned in, Ryan."
The TV went mute then the remote went sailing across the room, smashing into oblivion small pieces, never to be put together and never to be used again.
"What does it matter?
What's done is done and I should
get on with my life.
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Well I don't know what it is
but I can't seem to make myself forget
was it something that you said
or is it all the guilt inside my head
why are you haunting me?"
Bosco understood the message now. It was completely his fault. He put his head back resting on the cushion on the recliner beginning to drink the rest of his beer downing it fast until the phone rang. He stared at it but refused to answer the machine.
"Hey this is Bosco's machine, leave a message and if your lucky I'll think about calling you back."
"Hey Boz," Bosco actually wouldn't mind that much talking to Davis but that meant getting up and well Bosco guessed he didn't want to talk that bad because he just didn't feel like getting up.
"Just wanted to see what was up, see how your doing, yep, give me a call if you want to go catch a drink or something, later."
The machine kicked off as Bosco took another sip of his beer.
Finishing his beer Bosco then decided he didn't just want to sit here drinking without keeping his attention on something he got up finally walked over put in an old tape of a football game and then went back and would drink himself to sleep.
(Hours later)
A slight snoring was heard from the living room of Maurice Boscorelli's apartment. The beer cans were around the man that was sleeping on the recliner. Normally standing a few feet it was like any other night, peaceful good sleep, but if you looked closer if you watched close enough you noticed Bosco's flinching. The sweat had begun to form around on Bosco's downed expression, the distress beginning to form more and more as he began to dream.
Bosco knew he was dreaming. He could feel himself beginning to awaken but he was still trapped in the god awful land of dreams.
"Murderer...you killed me you murderer, I was just a kid and you shot me!"
He spun around to see Ryan with the gunshot wound in his head trickling down. Bosco wanted to move but he couldn't, his feet were planted right to the ground.
"NO, you have to believe me, I didn't do it on purpose, it wasn't my fault." He was trying to reassure himself.
"GUILTY!"
By then Bosco woke up with a yell. He felt at first that he was falling when really it was only that he was jumping out of the recliner and swinging his arms and legs. Bosco ended up connecting with the half beer sitting next to him. He looked at it as it's liquids spilled out going down onto the carpet.
"Shit."
Sitting up he knew there was no way he was going to be able to forgive himself. He looked at the wristwatch that was sitting next to the tipped over beer. 5 A.M. Maybe he would get a good jog in. Bosco tiredly then got up to get something to clean the alcohol beverage that was beginning to soak into his rug.
5.A.M laughed at his face almost with it's green bold time as though it was saying 'you are awake when you should be sleeping.' Knowing he wasn't going to get anymore sleep Bosco pulled on his tennies, gray NYPD shirt and some sweats he then headed out the door.
The smell of dew filled his senses, horns here and there going off at people either in the way or at other cars. Chirping came from the hyper birds that were ready to start the new day and the sun began to come up slowly slicing the skyline all hitting Bosco as he stepped outside.
Perspiration was very visible as Bosco finally began walking in the middle of Central Park. His chest wouldn't stop going up and down from the hard workout he had put his body through by running it not stopping for so long it seemed, it made Bosco feel so alive.
Walking along the path passing bench after bench he finally collapsed on one. Throwing his head back he then closed his eyes letting his breath along with his heartbeat come to a steady rhythm again before he would get up and begin his run again.
When rested up fully to his liking he brought his head back up opening his eyes once more.
The kid was there, couple yards away but it was the kid that he had killed. Ryan giving him a guilty, accusing look. Closing his eyes for a mere second and opened them again Bosco looked to see Ryan was gone, gone to the back of his memories to torture him there in his head. For that moment of time when he ran Bosco felt like he had escaped just for a little bit but then again that was asking to much, now wasn't it?
Getting up again Bosco began running harder, almost as though if he ran fast enough he would be able to get away from the demon that was plaguing his very mind and soul. But no matter how fast Bosco ran he wasn't going to be able to escape this one.
"I can't be losing sleep over this, no, I can't
And now I cannot stop pacing
Give me a few hours and I'll have this all sorted out
If my mind would just stop racing
'Cause I cannot stand still
I can't be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening
This is over my head but underneath my feet
'Cause by tomorrow morning I'll have this thing beat
And everything will be back to the way that it was
I wish that it was just that easy
'Cause I'm waiting for tonight
Then waiting for tomorrow
And I'm somewhere in between
What is real and just a dream...
What is real and just a dream...
What is real and just a dream...
Would you catch me if I fall out of what I fell in
Don't be surprised if I collapse down at your feet again
I don't want to run away from this
I know that I just don't need this
'Cause I cannot stand still
I can't be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening
'Cause I'm waiting for tonight
Then waiting for tomorrow
And I'm somewhere in between
What is real and just a dream...
What is real and just a dream...
What is real and just a dream...
What is real and just a dream..."
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PART 3
"Catch your breath hit the wall scream out loud as you start to crawl back in
Your cage the only place where they will leave you alone
'Cause the weak will Seek the weaker until they've broken them could you get it back again
Would it be the same fulfillment to their lack of strength
At your expense left you with no defense they tore it down and I have Felt the same as you, I've felt the same as you, I've felt the same
Locked inside the only place where you feel sheltered where you feel safe
You lost yourself in your search to find something else to hide behind
The fearful always preyed upon your confidence
Did they see the consequence when they pushed you around
The arrogant build kingdoms made of the different ones
Breaking them 'til they've become just another crown
Refuse to feel,
Anything at all refuse to slip,
Refuse to Fall can't be weak,
Can't stand still you watch your back,
'Cause no one will you don't know why they had to go
This far traded your worth for these scars for your only
Company don't believe the lies that they told to you
Not one word was true you're alright, You're alright, You're alright"
Faith walked into the apartment, where she felt somewhat safe from the world going all to hell around her. All she could think about was Bosco, nobody to talk to, going home alone to a television and probably some kind of alcohol substance. He could always talk to her but she knew damn well as anybody else he just didn't talk about things like this, no matter how much it was killing him. Faith could just see the man having a knife sticking out of his stomach and Bosco would swear up and down that he was all right and that there was nothing to worry about.
This running through her head she had forgot one big thing what she had to face when she got home, Charlie. His best friend was dead now, and she had to come up with some kind of explanation of what really happened. For even a split second Faith wondered if she should stretch the truth not telling Charlie what really happened but she knew he would find out the real truth later on and end up hating her for never telling him the truth.
Dropping her stuff down by the door Fred heard her and came walking out of the bathroom with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, swishing it to side to side as he cleaned his teeth.
"Hey." He said trying to balance a hello to his wife with the extra spit and toothpaste.
When Faith produced the small light smile he immediately turned around gurgled the spit out with some water then came back out whipping his mouth. He knew that smile. It was the one she showed him screaming at him telepathically that she was telling him 'I have something on my conscious and I don't know how to tell you.'
"What happened?"
"Nothing, why do you assume "something," saying this with a little sarcasm sound to her voice "always happens when I walk in the door?" Faith snapped the rest but then soon regretted it after the look she got from her husband. All he was trying to do is ask what happened and all Faith wanted to do was tell somebody but she snaps at him instead because that is all that can come out.
"I'm sorry...." Trying to think what else to say Faith then decided to give up and walked pass him and into the kitchen. She really didn't need anything from there but for some reason that is all she could think to do. For a second she stood there alone with her back to the doorway until Fred came up from behind and wrapped his arms around her stomach which she leaned back into his neck.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'm here to listen."
Sighing heavily Faith quietly spoke almost in a whisper as though she was scared Charlie would over hear.
Ryan is dead, Bosco and I were,...." not sure how to approach it "Bosco ended up taking Ryan's life."
At first Fred just stared ahead almost not believing what Faith had just told him. He let go and gently grabbed Faith by the shoulder and turned her around.
"Ryan, Ryan the one that hangs out with our Charlie? He's dead?"
Faith nodded her head softly while Faith grabbed his temples closing his eyes as though he had a migraine.
"How did this happen?"
Opening his eyes he looked down on Faith who was very hesitant on telling him, and Fred didn't need an answer he knew what was involved to a degree he almost didn't want to know.
"Gun." He stated.
"Yeah," softly saying this "a bullet even gazed Bosco's arm."
"Are you okay?" Looking her in the eyes. Watching his wife close her eyes and then shake her head no.
Fred then grabbed Faith's hand led her towards the couch not letting go of her hand the entire time until both of them sat down at the same time facing each other.
"All right I want the whole story what went on."
Standing up quickly and making Fred let go of her hand she crossed her arms defensively beginning to pace.
"Faith your always saying it's better to get it off your chest, please I want to know."
She didn't know whether to run to the bathroom and hide from the truth or just tell what he probably find out anyways from the news. Sitting back down but not allowing Fred to touch her yet not wanting comfort as she told the story.
"Bosco and I we're sitting eating our food, then a car pulls besides us and begins firing. I thought Bosco had gotten hit you know because he let out a yelp, asked him if he was okay, all he wanted was the guys." Faith stopped. She didn't want to tell Bosco shot the kid when the gun was pointing at her directly to take her own life, so she had to stretch the truth she didn't want Fred to know that part of the story.
"We caught up. Bosco shot, got them end of story."
Silence was killing her now. When she was finished with the story she looked away scared her husband would read her guilty eyes. When she looked back she saw Fred staring at her, like he was expecting more. Faith turned around again trying to hide how she felt, that was until she felt her lip begin to quiver and she desperately told herself not to cry.
"Faith."
Just by saying her name made tears come flowing. Why did she feel so bad?
"Faith, please."
Her body sighed heavily as a tear rolled down her cheek another one following close behind.
"Ryan was on my side, Bosco saw it before I ever did, he was going to kill me the mother of his friend, shoot me. Bosco shot without hesitation and all I can think is...." She glanced at her husband glazed eyes "What if that had been Charlie. Would Charlie have gone with Ryan knowing this? Take someone's life like hat, make a cop kill him?" Tears rolled down freely. Fred then grabbed Faith into a hug.
"Charlie would never do that, he is a great child raised by a great mother, he would never do that." His hand rested in her hair entangling and twisting them rubbing her back up and down trying to comfort her, his wife.
"Ryan wasn't bad either just made a mistake that ended up costing his life, it's upsetting you because Bosco had to be the one to enforce it even with the consequences Ryan shouldn't have been there."
As Fred said this neither saw the figure now standing from the hall.
"Mom, Dad?"
Both turned to see Charlie giving them a questioning stare.
"What's going on....why is mom so upset?" Fred and Faith caught one's eyes wondering how they were going to break it to Charlie Yokas that he had lost a friend that day.
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Walking into his apartment it wasn't even dark, considering Bosco wasn't to fond of the dark so the hallway light always on just in case. Dragging his feet he slumped into his recliner putting his feet up while sliding his shoes off.
Cracking open his first beer he turned on the television. As he took his sip he let his interest be caught on what was be telecasted in front of him.
The news, oh the crappy news bringing you things you knew and replaying the events of what happened that night so Bosco glaring changed it.
"Everywhere I go I see your face.
Every sound I hear is the sound of your voice
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?"
"Shots rang out and ended here with Ryan gunned down."
Bosco almost let out a growl of frustration. What is with the news? It felt almost like they knew whatever you were trying to get away from it would somehow find a way to send you a message that you screwed up. He changed the channel going to the movies selection. Die Hard then Lethal Weapon 3 both talking about killing a kid. It was becoming ridiculous. He then pressed hard on the channel flipping up as quick as he could hold onto it without hurting his finger in the process. He stopped landing on a random channel.
"Ma'am can you tell us anything?"
The woman looked into the camera, the tears starting to trickle down, the tears standing out from the darkness that had fallen down on the city as it became nightfall, the camera shinned down brightening her tears showing her pain. For some reason Bosco hesitated, knowing he should just change to ESPN because you can't go wrong with sports but something made him stop knowing who it was, Ryan's mother.
"My son would never do what they are accusing of him, he was murdered my beloved son my baby, I hope that cop burns in hell for what he did to my sweet Ryan....no more further questions." The woman had succumbed to her tears and walked off with the reporter back in the camera's view.
"We will have more of this story as it transpires.....if you just tuned in, Ryan."
The TV went mute then the remote went sailing across the room, smashing into oblivion small pieces, never to be put together and never to be used again.
"What does it matter?
What's done is done and I should
get on with my life.
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Why are you haunting me?
Well I don't know what it is
but I can't seem to make myself forget
was it something that you said
or is it all the guilt inside my head
why are you haunting me?"
Bosco understood the message now. It was completely his fault. He put his head back resting on the cushion on the recliner beginning to drink the rest of his beer downing it fast until the phone rang. He stared at it but refused to answer the machine.
"Hey this is Bosco's machine, leave a message and if your lucky I'll think about calling you back."
"Hey Boz," Bosco actually wouldn't mind that much talking to Davis but that meant getting up and well Bosco guessed he didn't want to talk that bad because he just didn't feel like getting up.
"Just wanted to see what was up, see how your doing, yep, give me a call if you want to go catch a drink or something, later."
The machine kicked off as Bosco took another sip of his beer.
Finishing his beer Bosco then decided he didn't just want to sit here drinking without keeping his attention on something he got up finally walked over put in an old tape of a football game and then went back and would drink himself to sleep.
(Hours later)
A slight snoring was heard from the living room of Maurice Boscorelli's apartment. The beer cans were around the man that was sleeping on the recliner. Normally standing a few feet it was like any other night, peaceful good sleep, but if you looked closer if you watched close enough you noticed Bosco's flinching. The sweat had begun to form around on Bosco's downed expression, the distress beginning to form more and more as he began to dream.
Bosco knew he was dreaming. He could feel himself beginning to awaken but he was still trapped in the god awful land of dreams.
"Murderer...you killed me you murderer, I was just a kid and you shot me!"
He spun around to see Ryan with the gunshot wound in his head trickling down. Bosco wanted to move but he couldn't, his feet were planted right to the ground.
"NO, you have to believe me, I didn't do it on purpose, it wasn't my fault." He was trying to reassure himself.
"GUILTY!"
By then Bosco woke up with a yell. He felt at first that he was falling when really it was only that he was jumping out of the recliner and swinging his arms and legs. Bosco ended up connecting with the half beer sitting next to him. He looked at it as it's liquids spilled out going down onto the carpet.
"Shit."
Sitting up he knew there was no way he was going to be able to forgive himself. He looked at the wristwatch that was sitting next to the tipped over beer. 5 A.M. Maybe he would get a good jog in. Bosco tiredly then got up to get something to clean the alcohol beverage that was beginning to soak into his rug.
5.A.M laughed at his face almost with it's green bold time as though it was saying 'you are awake when you should be sleeping.' Knowing he wasn't going to get anymore sleep Bosco pulled on his tennies, gray NYPD shirt and some sweats he then headed out the door.
The smell of dew filled his senses, horns here and there going off at people either in the way or at other cars. Chirping came from the hyper birds that were ready to start the new day and the sun began to come up slowly slicing the skyline all hitting Bosco as he stepped outside.
Perspiration was very visible as Bosco finally began walking in the middle of Central Park. His chest wouldn't stop going up and down from the hard workout he had put his body through by running it not stopping for so long it seemed, it made Bosco feel so alive.
Walking along the path passing bench after bench he finally collapsed on one. Throwing his head back he then closed his eyes letting his breath along with his heartbeat come to a steady rhythm again before he would get up and begin his run again.
When rested up fully to his liking he brought his head back up opening his eyes once more.
The kid was there, couple yards away but it was the kid that he had killed. Ryan giving him a guilty, accusing look. Closing his eyes for a mere second and opened them again Bosco looked to see Ryan was gone, gone to the back of his memories to torture him there in his head. For that moment of time when he ran Bosco felt like he had escaped just for a little bit but then again that was asking to much, now wasn't it?
Getting up again Bosco began running harder, almost as though if he ran fast enough he would be able to get away from the demon that was plaguing his very mind and soul. But no matter how fast Bosco ran he wasn't going to be able to escape this one.
"I can't be losing sleep over this, no, I can't
And now I cannot stop pacing
Give me a few hours and I'll have this all sorted out
If my mind would just stop racing
'Cause I cannot stand still
I can't be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening
This is over my head but underneath my feet
'Cause by tomorrow morning I'll have this thing beat
And everything will be back to the way that it was
I wish that it was just that easy
'Cause I'm waiting for tonight
Then waiting for tomorrow
And I'm somewhere in between
What is real and just a dream...
What is real and just a dream...
What is real and just a dream...
Would you catch me if I fall out of what I fell in
Don't be surprised if I collapse down at your feet again
I don't want to run away from this
I know that I just don't need this
'Cause I cannot stand still
I can't be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening
'Cause I'm waiting for tonight
Then waiting for tomorrow
And I'm somewhere in between
What is real and just a dream...
What is real and just a dream...
What is real and just a dream...
What is real and just a dream..."
TBC
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