Stolen Spirit: A oneshot! So don't review saying `continue please!` But
still R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade or the song Forgotten
-Forgotten-
I'm running out of the hotel, and so angry. They only used me just to get them to the World Championships, I'm just another puppet just like I was with my grandfather.
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care
I slow down and start walking. They didn't run and try to talk to me, now I certainly now that they don't need me.
I wished I wasn't even here. I wished I was another person, but I have to be a cold, loser.
There's a place so dark you can't see the end
(Skies cock back) and shock that which can't defend
The rain then sends dripping an acidic question
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
I sit down I need a rest. The cold chill comes straight past me, its cold but I am cold.
I deserve it, nobody needs me and no one will. If my grandfather wants me he will only want me for his experiments.
The pound is covered with thick ice. Just like my heart, covered round with thick ices.
Then with the eyes tightly shut looking thought the rust and rot
And dust a spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and it's dark again
My Mum and Dad have gone and my grandfather wants nothing to do with me. I'm ashamed that I'm part of the Hiwatari family.
I keep on screaming inside for help, they cant here me. But ive already told myself they don't need me.
They don't need me.
*From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care*
My sister disappeared, she probably left because of me.
A couple of kids past by, signing and skipping happily. Not slipping on the path even though ice was on the corners of it.
It was like they melted the ice, but if I would of walked past it I would trip up and my other face with laugh at me (Don't worry he isn't a werido with two faces, he just means by the other face in his head!)
Moving all around screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps past the
Street lamps, chain-link and concrete
I search inside my pocket and pull out a picture. It's a picture of my family, and me but all of them are gone. All.
I crumble it up and throw it on the path, the wind carries it away. They are forgotten and so am I.
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
On down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again
The paper can't be perfect, I'm own my own, they don't need me, I'm no use.
I'm forgotten.
The End -
Stolen Spirit: By the way I love Linkin Park, if you have noticed. And R&R to tell me what you think. REMEMBER IT'S A ONESHOT!
Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade or the song Forgotten
-Forgotten-
I'm running out of the hotel, and so angry. They only used me just to get them to the World Championships, I'm just another puppet just like I was with my grandfather.
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care
I slow down and start walking. They didn't run and try to talk to me, now I certainly now that they don't need me.
I wished I wasn't even here. I wished I was another person, but I have to be a cold, loser.
There's a place so dark you can't see the end
(Skies cock back) and shock that which can't defend
The rain then sends dripping an acidic question
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
I sit down I need a rest. The cold chill comes straight past me, its cold but I am cold.
I deserve it, nobody needs me and no one will. If my grandfather wants me he will only want me for his experiments.
The pound is covered with thick ice. Just like my heart, covered round with thick ices.
Then with the eyes tightly shut looking thought the rust and rot
And dust a spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and it's dark again
My Mum and Dad have gone and my grandfather wants nothing to do with me. I'm ashamed that I'm part of the Hiwatari family.
I keep on screaming inside for help, they cant here me. But ive already told myself they don't need me.
They don't need me.
*From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care*
My sister disappeared, she probably left because of me.
A couple of kids past by, signing and skipping happily. Not slipping on the path even though ice was on the corners of it.
It was like they melted the ice, but if I would of walked past it I would trip up and my other face with laugh at me (Don't worry he isn't a werido with two faces, he just means by the other face in his head!)
Moving all around screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps past the
Street lamps, chain-link and concrete
I search inside my pocket and pull out a picture. It's a picture of my family, and me but all of them are gone. All.
I crumble it up and throw it on the path, the wind carries it away. They are forgotten and so am I.
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
On down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again
The paper can't be perfect, I'm own my own, they don't need me, I'm no use.
I'm forgotten.
The End -
Stolen Spirit: By the way I love Linkin Park, if you have noticed. And R&R to tell me what you think. REMEMBER IT'S A ONESHOT!