Lyrics to "Mine Again" by Mariah Carey


I have no idea what's wrong with me. I ask her to tell me she loves me and she does. I ask her to mean it and she does – well, at least she sounded like it. I ask her to be nice to me and she is. So why did it hurt more when I got what I wanted? Why is it that the more she did what I asked, the more miserable I became? Why can't I let myself just be happy?

I blame it on my mother. But these last few years, I blame everything on my mother. Nope, I was never good enough for her, no matter what I did. Oh no, little Buffy, can't do anything right. When Dawn was born I thought that my mother would leave me alone, but no, Dawn could do no wrong and neither can Faith. Faith…

I need more vodka.

…

Slowly, I walk out onto the balcony of the hotel. Taking in the beautiful Manhattan skyline, a smile crosses my face as I feel a pair of strong arms slide around my waist. Leaning back, I rest my head against her shoulder. I turn my head to look up at her and she smiles, a genuine smile; she leans forward planting a soft, lingering kiss on my lips.

"Mmm…" I moan softly as she pulls away.

"I love you Buffy."

"I love you too, Faith."

"Come home, baby," she pleads gently.

"Only if that's what you really want," I turn around in her arms and face her.

"It is…" she leans down to kiss me again, this time more passionately.

knock, knock

What the?

knock, knock

"Wha, huh?"

The knocking on the hotel door rouses me from my slumber. I look around the room, yep still at the hotel – alone. Stupid sexy Faith has to invade my dreams too. The knocking gets louder and faster.

"Hold your horses, I'm coming," I yell at the general direction of the door. As I stumble towards the door, I realize I don't want to see anyone – more specifically, I don't want anyone to see me.

"Go away," I shout, "I'm not accepting any visitors."

"Buffy, darling, it's your mother. Open up." Oh. Crap.

"Go away mother, I have nothing to say to you."

"Well, dear, I have some things that I need to say to you." When I don't open the door, she continues, "And I don't fancy yelling them through the door, I'm not leaving."

"Well, that's too bad mother, I'm not opening the door."

"Buffy, why must you be so difficult?"

"Please, go away mother," she is definitely one person I don't want to talk to right now.

"Buffy Anne Summers, you open this door!"

"No!" I pout, I don't care that she can't see me, I pout for good measure.

"Fine we'll do it your way then," she surrenders. "Why am I paying for you to stay here while you have a perfectly good luxury apartment?" my mother yells through the door.

"What?" I open the door. "You can't honestly tell me you don't know why."

She steps inside and surveys me carefully, "You look like hell."

"Thanks mom, nice of you to visit," I hiss sarcastically.

"Well Buffy, I went to look for you at home and you weren't there. Faith told me you'd be here, but then, the concierge said you'd been here for at least a week. What in the heck is going on?"

"Faith didn't tell you?"

"Oh honey, are you two having problems again? Because she seemed more than willing to want to try and work—"

"No mother, to have problems, you have to first have a relationship," I interrupt quickly.

"What?" I've never seen her look so confused.

"We broke up."

"Oh," she looks surprised. I roll my eyes and walk away from her. "Are you still coming up to the Hampton's this weekend for your father's party?"

I just broke up with the love of my life and all you can ask me is if I'm coming to your stupid party? No 'are okay dear?' or 'how are you doing?'

Heartless bitch.

"Yes mother, I will be at your party. Is that all?"

"Well, yes."

"Great." I shove her out the door and lock it behind her. I'm going pour myself another shot.

…

I'm more than a little surprised when I arrive at the party and no one asks me about the break up. Not one single person. I guess mom didn't tell anyone. Or else I'd at least be stared at and whispered about, but I'm pretty relieved that didn't happen. After mingling with the guests and the usual polite chit chat, I find an empty bedroom to catch my breath. I'm lucky because the room I find has its own miniature liquor cabinet.

I hear the door quietly open and close behind me. I don't have to turn around to know who it is, I just continue to stare out the window. Catching her reflection in the window, she walks over to dresser and puts a CD in the stereo. A sweet, slow tune begins to play.

"I didn't think you'd be here," I say casually.

"I was hoping I'd run into you," is her reply. I turn around and face her for the first time in days.

(I remember when you used to be mine
Way back when
I was too naïve to love you right
But now if I only had another opportunity
I would do anything
Because my heart still believes)

She hands me a single long stem rose…

(Maybe you could be mine again
Maybe we could make that dream for real
Like way back then
When love was yours and mine
Maybe we could bring it back to life)

She pulls me into her arms and we begin to slow dance…

(It's irrelevant to dwell on the past
I'm accountable for what went bad
And I mean that
But I keep on praying for another chance
Just to have you back
Cause I've grown
And I know how to be your everything)

I drape my arms around her neck and look into her beautiful brown eyes…

(Maybe you could be mine again
Maybe we could make that dream for real
Like way back then
When love was yours and mine
Maybe we could bring it back to life)

Placing feather-soft kisses on my neck, she whispers "I'm so sorry"…

(No, no it ain't over yet
I just can't accept the possibility
We weren't made for each other's arms
I know you're my destiny
We can't erase what was meant to be
Part of you and part of me
If we try one more time
Maybe somehow we'll survive)

I step closer to her, pressing our bodies together so that not even light could pass between them…

(Maybe you could be mine again
Maybe we could make that dream for real
Like way back then
When love was yours and mine
Boy maybe we could bring it back
Maybe we could bring it back
Maybe we could bring it back to…
Life
Maybe you could be mine)

As the song ends, she looks into my eyes and begs, "Please Buffy, give me another chance?"

"This was incredibly sweet Faith, but it's just too little, too late."