Buffy POV


Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'
Tired of livin' like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling

She stood there watching him drink the blood in his cup and she couldn't help the look of disgust that crossed her face. She knew she got that look when he went vampire-ish, she couldn't help it, he just was not normal. He would never be human and the slayer in her couldn't get over that fact. She couldn't help it.

This is how you remind me
This is how you remind me of what I really am
This is how you remind me of what I really am

Every day he reminded her of what he really was, and she knew she reminded him too. She tried to apologize, but as time passed she tried less and less. She knew it hurt him, because it hurt her too. It killed her not to love him like she used to, but she couldn't, not anymore. Eventually she knew that she would break what little hearts the two of them had left. She would have to leave, knowing was what hurt the most.

It's not like you to say sorry, I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken for handing you a heart worth breakin'

He says that he loves her all the time, but where it used to fill her with pleasure it now made her cringe. It killed them both to stay like that, and she'd love to leave, but she can't. They're soul mates, and that bins them to suffer together. She would never "love" someone else, so what was the point of leaving?

It's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
And it must have been so bad
Cause livin' with me must have damn near killed you

Time seemed to stand still as he looked at her face, his own filled with sadness. He pulled out the stake, and before she realized what was happening she saw the love her life reduced to a mere pile of ashes. She couldn't stand the intense sense of loss. She picked up the fallen stake and joined him.


This is how you remind me of what I really am
This is how you remind me of what I really am