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There are just too many,
Times that people,
Have tried to look inside of me,
Wondering what I think of you,
When I protect you out of courtesy,
To many times that I've,
Held on when I needed to push away,
Afraid to say what was on my mind,
Afraid to say what I need to say,
Too many,
Things that you've said about me,
When I'm not around,
You think having the upper hand,
Means you gotta keep putting me down,
But I've had too many,
Stand-offs with you,
Its about as much as I can stand,
So I'm waiting until the upper hand,
Is mine

Clark stepped out of the locker rooms, after another football practice, in which he completely sucked, and messed up every move he tried to do. His strength still wasn't back, along with all his other abilities. He got chest pains every now and then, and other things, but all in all he was doing okay, for a normal person. But Clark wasn't normal, so he was worried.
No one on his team would say anything, but Clark was quickly turning from the hero of the football team, to the worst player, and they all whispered among themselves. They knew about his coma and the car explosion, like everyone else, so they just assumed that's what it was, and it was true, to some extent.
Lana couldn't help but notice Clark's decline in performance, too. She was so worried about him. Every time she would try and talk to him, he would practically run away. Lana's initial anger was gone. She noticed how Clark came to school every day, and went to every class, and it surprised her. They had 4 classes together, so you would think it would be so easy to talk to each other, or at least get the opportunity, but Clark made sure that didn't happen.
She was annoyed, depressed, and curious. She knew he still loved her, despite everything he did that said otherwise. She would glance over in class and see Clark staring at her. He would immediately turn away, pretending it never happened. But she how he looked at her, it was the way he always looked at her right before he gave her a kiss, or told her he loved her. But it had so much loneliness and sorrow mixed in.
Clark grabbed his gym bag as he walked across the football field, to his car. He wasn't used to having to ride a car everywhere. He stopped by the bleachers and rubbed his chest right over his heart, as he felt pain shoot threw it. He gave a groan of pain as he waited the pain out, it never lasted longer than 30 seconds, and he would be alright again.
He sighed as the pain stopped, and he picked up his bag, ready to leave, when he heard her.
"Clark, are you okay?" Lana asked. This was not the first time she had seem this.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I gotta go." Clark started walking away from her quickly.
"Clark." The tone of her voice was begging him to talk to her.
"Lana..." He looked at her, and his eyes told her what he wouldn't, "I can't" he said, but his eyes, his soul, they screamed, 'But I want to.'
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One minute you're on top!!!
The next you're not,
Watch it drop,
Making your heart stop!!!
Just before you hit the floor,
One minute you're on top!!!
The next you're not,
Missed your shot,
Making you're heart stop!!!
You think you've won,
And then its all gone!!

"Hey, Lex." Clark said, pleasantly surprised to find his older brother in the mansion.
"Hey, thought I'd stop by and see how you were doing." Lex asked, without really asking.
"I'm the same. You should see me at football practice... it's so embarrassing." Clark confided.
"Well, don't worry. Pretty soon you'll be back to normal. Your body just needs time to recover." Lex gave Clark hope, but as far as he knew, it could very well be false hope.
"Yeah." Clark smiled. "So what are you up to?"
"I'm putting together the new board, for my branch of LuthorCorp. It's a real pain in the ass." Lex laughed.

So many,
People like me,
Put so much trust in all your lies,
So concerned on what you think,
To just say what we feel inside,
So many,
People like me,
Walk on eggshells all day long,
All I know is that all I want,
Is to feel like I'm not stepped on,
There are so many,
Things you say,
That make me feel you've crossed the line,
What goes up will surely fall,
And I'm counting down the time,
'Cause I've had so many,
Stand-offs with you,
Its about as much as I can stand,
So I'm waiting until the upper hand,
Is mine,

"Lex... is it possible for us to take over LutherCorp completely?" Clark had wanted to ask it for a long time.
"First off, you can't own anything, you aren't even 17 yet." Lex laughed, "And second, it's basically impossible; it would only happen when we inherit it all. Why do you want to know?"
"Ah, no reason." Clark lied.
"So it doesn't have anything to do with this little war you and Lionel are waging?" Lex said, knowingly. Clark smirked, yes. "What's going on with you two? Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to see you realize there is another side to our father, but it's just so sudden."
Clark hadn't told Lex about what he had seen while in the coma; he hadn't told anyone, "He's just so... ah!" Clark said frustrated, "He gets away with everything, and I have no power over him, he can do whatever he wants."
Lex chuckled, "You just realized that."
"Well I guess I just never wanted to." Clark said, "He's getting dangerous, Lex." It was an important issue that needed discussing.
"I know what you mean. You are getting to him in a way I never dream of. I'd be careful though, Clark." Lex warned, "He's powerful and he knows how to get his way."
"I'm not worried. I'm his kid, it's not like he can exile me like he does with other people." Clark was confident.
Lex wasn't so sure though. Clark wasn't realizing how much power Lionel still had over him.
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Clark sat down next to Todd's hospital bed, in Smallville's medical center. Todd's condition still hadn't changed. He had been in a coma for about a month and a half. Clark didn't know if he was only alive because he used to have a abilities and strength, or if he had caused the explosion that sent him back.
If Clark had to guess, he would have said, that Todd could wake up, if he did what he had done, but he was too scared, and didn't have enough motivation to go threw with it. He was probably going to bounce around in different realities until he got the courage, or if that never happened? forever.
Clark got up, and left the small hospital room, after his usual visit, depressed. Yet another friend gone.
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Clark popped in his Disturbed CD, as he sat down in front of his game system. Clark had never been addicted to video games, but he found now, that he had to be doing something all the time, or he fell into doubt and depression.
Lionel stormed into the room, obviously angry, "Clark, I don't know what you are trying to prove, but this." He held up a magazine with Clark on it, "is not even funny. You know what this is going to do to my stocks, and my PR firm is going into panic."

I know I'll never trust a single thing you say,
You knew your lies would divide us,
But you lied anyway,
And all the lies have got you floating up above us all,
But what goes up has got to fall

Clark couldn't help but smile, as he remembered what he had done. He was in New York yesterday, over the weekend. He was being forced to attend some fancy art show he had never heard of before. It was supposed to be the greatest thing ever, and if you were someone, you were there. Clark said he would go, and he did. The magazine his father was holding, showed his extremely casual attire he had showed up in, at the strict suit and tie dress code.
Clark knew how big a deal it was, and did it solely to piss his father off. By the look in Lionel's eyes, Clark guessed that it was here and now, that the past 3 weeks had all been leading up to. The big fight. Clark was ready.

And then its all gone
Now its all gone.......

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song lyrics by Linkin park "Hit the floor"
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