THE SORROWS OF YOUR CHANGING FACE
CHRONICLE ONE: BULMA
When I first met you
I thought you were an arrogant, selfish beast
But we were all only skimming your surface.
Then I started to enjoy our heated arguments
And the abuse we hurled at each other
And then, when that grew tiring, I really got to know you
And I saw the change in your eyes.
I saw a glimmer of pain beneath the anger
When you spoke of 'Kakarot' and your fallen people
When you looked up to the stars
Knowing the light of your planet would never reach this one
And losing hope when you saw that no-one understood.
The changes you went through
As those months passed by
And the threat of the Androids edged closer to our doorstep
I remember the confusion in your eyes
And your battle over whether to feel hatred or love every time you saw me.
You were learning how to feel
How to feel anything other than hate and pride
And it scared you.
You thought yourself weak for feeling this strange emotion
The one you had never felt
And never dreamed of feeling
But you felt it anyway.
The riddles that you spoke to me
The riddles you still speak
The riddles I will never truly solve
I love you for them
And I cry inside
Every time I remember you
And the sorrows of your changing face.
CHRONICLE ONE: BULMA
When I first met you
I thought you were an arrogant, selfish beast
But we were all only skimming your surface.
Then I started to enjoy our heated arguments
And the abuse we hurled at each other
And then, when that grew tiring, I really got to know you
And I saw the change in your eyes.
I saw a glimmer of pain beneath the anger
When you spoke of 'Kakarot' and your fallen people
When you looked up to the stars
Knowing the light of your planet would never reach this one
And losing hope when you saw that no-one understood.
The changes you went through
As those months passed by
And the threat of the Androids edged closer to our doorstep
I remember the confusion in your eyes
And your battle over whether to feel hatred or love every time you saw me.
You were learning how to feel
How to feel anything other than hate and pride
And it scared you.
You thought yourself weak for feeling this strange emotion
The one you had never felt
And never dreamed of feeling
But you felt it anyway.
The riddles that you spoke to me
The riddles you still speak
The riddles I will never truly solve
I love you for them
And I cry inside
Every time I remember you
And the sorrows of your changing face.