Part 6: A Torn Story
I thought I saw a man brought to life, He was warm, he came around like he was dignified , He showed me what it was to cry,
Well you couldn't be that man that I that adore, You don't seem to know, seem to care what your heart is for, And I don't know him anymore more.
There's nothing where he used to lie, The conversation has run dry, That's what's going on,
Nothing's fine; I'm torn. I'm all out of faith, This is how I feel, I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor, And you should have never changed into something real, I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn, You're a little late, I'm all ready torn.
So I guess the fortune teller is right, Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light, But you crawl beneath my veins and now,
I don't care, I had no luck, I don't miss it all that much,
There's just so many things, That I can't touch. I'm torn.
I'm all out of faith, This is how I feel, I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor, And you should have never changed into something real, I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn,
You're a little late, I'm all ready torn, Torn.
There's nothing where he used to lie, My inspiration has run dry, That's what's going on, Nothing's right; I'm torn.
I'm all out of faith, This is how I feel, I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor, And you should have never changed into something real, I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn.
I'm all out of faith, This is how I feel , I'm cold and I'm ashamed bound and broken on the floor, You're a little late, I'm all ready torn. Torn.
Sakura sat alone in the room one downcast day. She decided to look through her photo album and picked a picture that matched how her heart felt - rainy and dark. The stairs to an old, broken down apartment were in the picture. It was pouring rain so hard that you could barely see one lone flower on the right side of the stair case.
Syaoran, meanwhile, was in the café by himself, thinking about the mistakes he made. He took the letter he was going to mail to his family and read it over. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and started to smoke, but an image of Sakura came to his mind. He sighed and put the cigarette away.
Sakura was carefully sketching the staircase. She was thinking to herself that she needed water to make the rain look more effective, but then a tear fell down onto the paper. She gasped and put her hand against her cheek and realized that she had been crying.
Syaoran was walking alone down the street. It started to rain, but he didn't seem to care. He looked up into a window and saw his reflection. He was a mess. His hair was messy and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. He was also skinnier than usual. He then looked through the window and he saw that it was a toy store. He watched a particular family of three. A dad, a mom, and a little girl. He watched them leave the store.
He sighed and walks off again with only one sentence echoing through his head: "You will care."
Sakura had just finished her piece. Iris started crying, and Sakura picked her up and started to cradle her gently and sing softly to her, but it just wouldn't work. At that moment, Syaoran walked in. Sakura and Syaoran glanced at each other, and Syaoran, without words, toke Iris and sung her to sleep. He gave Iris back to Sakura, sat down on his own bed, and got to work on his project.
I thought I saw a man brought to life, He was warm, he came around like he was dignified , He showed me what it was to cry,
Well you couldn't be that man that I that adore, You don't seem to know, seem to care what your heart is for, And I don't know him anymore more.
There's nothing where he used to lie, The conversation has run dry, That's what's going on,
Nothing's fine; I'm torn. I'm all out of faith, This is how I feel, I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor, And you should have never changed into something real, I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn, You're a little late, I'm all ready torn.
So I guess the fortune teller is right, Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light, But you crawl beneath my veins and now,
I don't care, I had no luck, I don't miss it all that much,
There's just so many things, That I can't touch. I'm torn.
I'm all out of faith, This is how I feel, I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor, And you should have never changed into something real, I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn,
You're a little late, I'm all ready torn, Torn.
There's nothing where he used to lie, My inspiration has run dry, That's what's going on, Nothing's right; I'm torn.
I'm all out of faith, This is how I feel, I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor, And you should have never changed into something real, I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn.
I'm all out of faith, This is how I feel , I'm cold and I'm ashamed bound and broken on the floor, You're a little late, I'm all ready torn. Torn.
Sakura sat alone in the room one downcast day. She decided to look through her photo album and picked a picture that matched how her heart felt - rainy and dark. The stairs to an old, broken down apartment were in the picture. It was pouring rain so hard that you could barely see one lone flower on the right side of the stair case.
Syaoran, meanwhile, was in the café by himself, thinking about the mistakes he made. He took the letter he was going to mail to his family and read it over. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and started to smoke, but an image of Sakura came to his mind. He sighed and put the cigarette away.
Sakura was carefully sketching the staircase. She was thinking to herself that she needed water to make the rain look more effective, but then a tear fell down onto the paper. She gasped and put her hand against her cheek and realized that she had been crying.
Syaoran was walking alone down the street. It started to rain, but he didn't seem to care. He looked up into a window and saw his reflection. He was a mess. His hair was messy and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. He was also skinnier than usual. He then looked through the window and he saw that it was a toy store. He watched a particular family of three. A dad, a mom, and a little girl. He watched them leave the store.
He sighed and walks off again with only one sentence echoing through his head: "You will care."
Sakura had just finished her piece. Iris started crying, and Sakura picked her up and started to cradle her gently and sing softly to her, but it just wouldn't work. At that moment, Syaoran walked in. Sakura and Syaoran glanced at each other, and Syaoran, without words, toke Iris and sung her to sleep. He gave Iris back to Sakura, sat down on his own bed, and got to work on his project.