Song is owned by Michelle Branch, not me. I don't write songs...
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"Ah, here I am! Lying in the so-called 'Center of the Universe' in bed, covering myself with these hideous gray, black and white sheets and killing my head by trying to be comfortable on this solid stone pillow."
Turn, grudge, moan, ache....Sigh...whistle, whistle, whistle....Turn.
"Sorry about that. I'm just so tired now, ever so tired....It's not much of a proper acquaintance to at last meet my audience at this point of my story, but give me a break! The end is crawling up through me, and I just don't know how to react, how to stop it, or even how to cope with the irritating little spider called a publishing deadline!"
Sigh, deep, deep breaths.....
"Here I go on now, dying, screaming, bleeding, suffering ever second closer and closer....I might as well play one last song, to explain it all, my troubles, my life, my parts, my end......Hello, my electric guitar, time to play final tunes from my metal fingers....."
No...Don't just walk away
Pretending everything's ok
and you don't care about me...
Lie...No it's just no use
When all your lies become your truths
and I don't care...yeah
Could you look me in the eye
and tell me that you're happy now?
Would you tell it to my face?
Or have I been erased?
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?
You...took all there was to take
and Left me with an empty plate
and You don't care about it
and I...Am giving up this game
and Leaving you with all the blame
cause I don't care...
Could you look me in the eye
and tell me that you're happy now?
Would you tell it to my face?
Or have I been erased?
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?
Did it really have
Everything you're worth
You can't always give
Something you get
You can't run away from yourself
Could you look me in the eyes
and tell me that you're happy now...
Come on tell it to my face
Or have I been erased?
Are you happy now?
Yeah yeah
Are you happy now?
"Goodbye everybody, *cough, hack* Scarlett, Master Zim, GIR, Dib, Gaz, Lard Nar, The Resisty, those Tallests, Planet Vort, every body and everything I've ever know, or killed, for that matter. I have known now, on my death bed, who my true love is, the one who truly had meant to be my love forever more, and if I could live much longer, I would have stuck on to him, living the perfect life of a peaceful Universe restored, no longer killing as an evil habit or cruel joy but as a way of protection of survival. Viva mi compa±ero de la alma, for the one that was truly set up for me, whether him be Dib or Lard Nar, is....."
Ack, ack, choke, ARRRGGGH!!!!! Stab! Drip, drip, drip.....
"Rest in piece upon thy bed, knife in Vortian hands but with Irken sense and a human mind, will you be see, Jil? Come to soothe me or to kill me? You shall arise to the heavens, love lost-ed, nevermore!"
