A/n: Well, since I've gotten good reviews on this, and a few people have told me to turn it into a story, I thought I would, because once you've got one started, it's easier to keep that one going then to have to start a brand new story.
As always please read and review!
P.S. I'm still working on getting back into the groove of writing fanfic and what not (for about 5 months straight it was nothing but writers block), so forgive me if it's spaced oddly and there aren't breaks between sections.
Enjoy!
P.P.S. I still cant decide whether I want this to be Kitty, or an OC, so for now, she shall still be referred to as 'she'.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, you sue you get a pair of Converse and a Zippo, which means you get about $50 bucks and you basically just took away a 14 year old girls soul.
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Pretty Girl is suffering while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about
Why did he have to leave?
Did he hate everyone; hate me enough that he felt the need to leave?
I want to hear his voice one last time; just to make sure that he'll be okay.
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head.
Why would he leave when he knew how much I needed him?
He always said one day he would leave this place, but he always promised to take me with him.
He said that we would run away together, somewhere where no one cared if we were mutants or not, somewhere where we could just be us.
It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
Not to sound like a complete head over heels teenager, but I really thought we had something.
I know that we wouldn't really run away together, I'm not that naïve, but he could have at least said goodbye before leaving me to crumble to pieces.
She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
Her killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get him out of your head
Everyone else may consider him to be a traitor and an ass, but he was my lifeline.
Too many times when a boy had left me bruised and broken, he was there, my St. John.
When he first came to the mansion, the very first night, after everyone had gone to bed, he came into my room.
I told him whenever he needed something, even just to talk, no matter what time day or night, to come find me.
He came into the room I had to myself, my roommate had gone home for a few weeks, and he entered so silently I didn't hear him over my quiet crying.
It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love…
Love
He silently sat down on the edge of the bed, and I only noticed him when his hand gingerly touched my shoulder.
I gasped and sat up, he looked at me, not with pity, or remorse, but with genuine caring.
One look into his eyes and I broke down into his arms, crying over anything and everything.
When my tears finally ceased, he still held me; his chin on my head, telling me everything would be fine.
Pretty Girl… Pretty Girl…
I sat outside, watching some of the younger children play.
When it began to rain, the children rushed back into the mansion to avoid getting drenched, but I decided to stay.
That was when I saw him.
Before he would have a chance to run again I ran to him, and broke down in his arms once again.
I knew what he wanted, he wanted me to hate him, to be angry with him, tell him that I could never forgive him, but I couldn't.
"I could never hate you," I said through my tears, "But at least I got to say goodbye."
And with that I walked away from him forever.
Pretty Girl is suffering while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out
You can never get him out of your head
It's the way
That he makes you cry
It's the way
That's he's in your mind
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
Love…
And through the rain and my sobs, I never heard him call my name.
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