Blinded. Blinded by hatred. Can you hear me now, am I speaking clear enough for you, are you defend by the sound, the sound of them screaming in you're head. All I have to offer is the truth, and the promise to do what I can, if I should even try, try to fly and escape the torture.
DONT ask me for reassurance, don't turn to me for hope. I'm not interested, I'm just another face in the crowd.
For all its worth my life isn't worth a thing, can you see me now, standing up here, way up here ready to jump from up here, now am I just another face in the crowd, or am I the face that makes the crowd a crowd. Can you see me now, can you hear me now, can you feel me now. Do I have your attention, NOW SHUT UP!
Feel the warmth, feel the calm, as he comes closer. My heart restarts, I have one I know, He makes me understand, how to live, why to live. He treats me like a queen, a queen of darkness, I'm not just another face in the crowd. There he is, is he looking, did he see me, why's he looking. Here he comes getting closer, what do I do, do I tell him I love him, yes yes I should, I will. But not today, tomorrow, but never today.
"Mornin swamp rat, what ya lurkin over hear for!" Rogue snapped.
"T' see y' beautiful face o'corse cherie." Gambit responded as seductive as usual.
