Can you forgive her?
It's night. Everyone visited me at one time or another, but now they all left, except for Raven, and she decided to take a nap. I hate being like that, helpless, yet hearing all. Still, it leaves time to think,
Another night with open eyes
too late to sleep, too soon to rise
You're short of breath, is it a heart attack?
Hot and feverish you face the fact
you're in love and it feels like shame
because she's gone and made a fool of you in public again
You're in love and it feels like pain
because you know there's too much truth in everything she claims
I lie there, considering what Raven said. I want to hate her. I want to be angry at her. Yet somehow, despite all, I find myself incapable of that.
So ask yourself now
Can you forgive her
if she wants you to?
Ask yourself
Can you even deliver
what she demands of you?
Should I reject her? She caused me so much pain. On the other hand, she seems to be genuinely sorry. And after that Malchior bastard, she certainly had a right to distrust what I said.
You drift into the strangest dreams
of youthful follies and changing teams
Admit you're wrong, oh, no, not yet
Then you wake up and remember that you can't forget
she's made you some kind of laughing stock
because you dance to disco and you don't like rock
She made fun of you and even in bed
said she was gonna go and get herself a real man instead
For a few minutes, I doze off. And upon awakening, I discovered three things. First, I can move, my fingers at least. Second, Raven is awake. Third, she is looking into my eyes. Well, here is an opportunity to talk. If I manage to.
So ask yourself now
Can you forgive her
if she begs you to?
Ask yourself
Can you even deliver
what she demands of you?
Or do you want revenge?
But that's childish, so childish
"Raven?" I say. It hurts, but tolerable. After all, I didn't stab my throat.
She flinches. But then she smiles, if somewhat sadly.
"Beastboy. I am so sorry, I…"
"Relax Raven, I heard you already. And to tell the truth, no matter how much I like getting my way, I don't want to hear it again" I grin at her.
"Still, Gar, I think that apology is in order. I was so distrustful, in fact, I was afraid," I could see the pain in her eyes. "I hurt you so badly. And in front of the others, too" She lowered her head in shame. "You… You have every right to hate me"
Remember when you were more easily led
behind the cricket pavilion and the bicycle shed
Trembling as your dreams came true
you looked right into those blue eyes and knew
it was love and now you can't pretend
you've forgotten all the promises of that first friend
It's bad enough she knows how you feel
but she's not prepared to share you with a memory
"Look at me." I told her. Reluctantly, she obeyed, and I found myself lost in those purple orbs. At that moment, our eyes told each other far more than any words could.
"I could never hate you. You did hurt me, but I am ready to forgive you. If you want me to."
Finally, I see a real, happy grin on her face.
So ask yourself now
Can you forgive her
if she begs you to?
Ask yourself
Can you even deliver
what she demands of you?
Ask yourself now
Can you forgive her
if she begs you to?
And ask yourself
Can you even deliver
what she demands of you?
Or do you want revenge?
But that's childish, so childish
"Now, let's discuss this restaurant you promised me."
My hurt didn't pass completely, so I decided to get some small revenge. After all, I am still somewhat of a child.
Now, where do you take a half demoness for a date… Of course.
Village Green.