A/N: I would just like to say before I reply to the reviews that Christine is talking about Erik not her father in this song. Okay, now that that's out of the way…

AngelOfTheMask- Erm… there's a slight problem. I'm allergic to pain… so here's the update. Several of you? n.n There is several of me too!
Shh! Don't tell anyone fool!
Well, what if I want to tell someone?
Then I'll tell people stuff about you!
You wouldn't dare!
Yes, I would. Like that one time when we were little we believed there was a witch living in our toilet.
…You do realize you're talking about yourself too right?
…Damn!
Anyway, thanks! nn;

Masked Stranger- Phew! Good, you better not. And here's more.

Emmanuelle Lisselle Grey- Thanks. Here's Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again, hope you like it. n.n I can't wait to write it! It's my favorite song as well. O-o I have fans. –does victory lap around the world- WHEEEE!

Class of 2011-Thank you! nn Here's an update.

A/N: Now because I feel like it I'm giving all my readers (even if they don't review) roses with black ribbons tied around them and a mask (Dana is actually going to give those things to me on my birthday! XD). n-n –is holding all of Erik's masks- You can choose whatever mask you want.

Erik: I kind of need those you know…

Kitsune: Why? You have enough of them.

Erik: No more letting you in my lair just because you give me fifteen bucks. --;

Kitsune: Heehee! Onto the song!

CHRISTINE
You were always too controlling . . .
you weren't all that mattered . . .
You were once a friend and stripper,
then my world was shattered . . .

Wishing I could eat pickles once again . . .
wishing I could still drink beer . . .
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed,
somehow there would be beer . . .

Wishing I could hear my snore again . . .
knowing that I never will . . .
Fucking with you; what did I do?
I couldn't pay the bill . . .

Passing days and no more pickles,
sold and sentimental,
seem, for me too controlling -
Stupid opera pimp . . .
Too many years fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the pimp just die . . .?

Wishing I could eat pickles once again . . .
Wishing I could say, "Be mine" . . .
You stupid queer, give me more beer . . .
Give me my daily high . . .

I want pickles please, I want tasty beers . . .
I want you to raise your glass and say cheers . . .
Let me say, "Be mine"
Let me say, "Be mine"