Cool To Be A Fool
I don't own anything but my cutely adorable and evil kitten ;) the song is 'Cool to be a fool' by Joe Nichold and is in Italics. Please review.
Here I sit, nobody with no one
Zelgadis sat in a bar, the cushion less chair digging into his back and behind. A fizzing cup sat in front of him. Empty, just like the nineteen before it. He stared into it, brooding. His thoughts fell back to his cure and...her.
The bartender looked at him, worried. Sure, it was good for business, but this guy really should be out of it. Twenty glasses and not a sign that he was drunk.
Bein' me ain't really all that fun
Sure, Zel admitted, it was nice to have a cure. But if it was so nice, then why did her feel so horrible. Maybe because the love of your life hates you now, a dark inner thought taunted. His stomach clenched and Zelgadis blinked rapidly. Another plus to a chimera body. Even if you wanted to, a person couldn't cry.
Leavin' her wasn't very smart
Why did everything have to go back to her! The way she smiled, the way she laughed. Her eyes. Anything he looked at would remind him of her.
Admittin' I was wrong wouldn't be so hard
Damn it, if only he could see her again. He might be able to make things right. But no, he had to push her away, no matter what he tried. And then he pushed her a little too far. Jerk, cold-hearted, he called himself and continued to do so over another cup.
If it was cool to be a fool I'd be the hippest guy around
If a heartache made you famous I'd be known from town to town
He was an idiot, a fool. He let her get away, no he made her. He had no right to call himself human. His body, yes that was human. His heart...
If tears were made of pennies
And a cold beer bought her back
My bank account and self esteem
Would both be in the black
His heart was the heart of a monster. He used to think, if I get a cure, I'll be normal. But before he knew it, his heart had become that of a monster. He smiled bitterly. At least he had memories. If not the woman, then the memories.
If some Hollywood producer made a movie that was sad
About some guy who lost the best thing he ever had
Hey, I could I could be a star
If it was cool to be a fool
His mind twisted and turned; he tried to figure out anything that he could do to fix this. He kept coming back to apologizing, but his heart said that it wouldn't be enough, that she never would, could forgive him
But we all know, the way it really is
You don't get recognized for doin' stuff like this
You spend a lot of time feelin' sorry for yourself
It doesn't really mean that much to anybody else
He couldn't explain it to anyone. They had tried to understand, but when he told them, they could barely hide the contempt in their gazes. Most didn't even try. Strangers weren't the kindest of people. And demit, if he couldn't stop himself of thinking about her. Zelgadis kept telling himself over and over that it was to late, there was nothing he could do now. He was such a fool.
If it was cool to be a fool
I'd be the hippest guy around
If a heartache made you famous
I'd be known from town to town
He bent this head down over his glass, kindly refilled. What was wrong with him? He had already drunk enough to knock out several people, but he felt fine, like he hadn't even drunk one.
If tears were made of pennies
And a cold beer bought her back
My bank account and self-esteem
Would both be in the black
A gut wrenching feeling settled and wouldn't go away. Another drink did nothing to make it go away. He might as well stop, it wasn't accomplishing anything. He threw some coins on the counter and walked away, ignoring the astonished gaze of the barkeep.
If some Hollywood producer made a movie that was sad
About some guy who lost the best thing he ever had
Hey, I could I could be a star
If it was cool to be a fool
Could she ever forgive him? Hell, could he ever forgive himself? He would probably never know the answer. One thing he did know. If he could have her back again, he would do anything, anything at all. But that wouldn't happen; he knew it, so why couldn't he take his mind off of it.
Hey I could be a star
Zelgadis walked out the bar, emotionally dead. She was never coming back.
If it was cool to be a fool
A figure, sitting in the shadows, stood up.