Soundtrack Of My Life...

My life can be explained through my talent... Sometimes it doesn't turn out as I want it to. But since I met her... I can't help but break out into song.

So here we go everyone...Chapter 18 as promised. I don't mean to be ungrateful, but my story traffic says that this story gets lots of views...so where are my reviews? Thank you to all my lovely people for reviewing. This chapter is dedicated to HughLaurieLover once again...Your reviews are truly amazing...You have turned into my inspiration.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own House, David Shore does. I would love to own House, I would stop House and Cuddy pussyfooting around each other and get them together. I also do not own the lyrics to Angel, Sarah McLachlan does. I am simply playing with them, I get no profit.

This chapter is the second from last one. This is House's Death...dun dun dunnnnn...

Chapter 18 – Angel

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay

I just wanted to die.

To be with her.

I'm not taking my life because then I won't be in heaven with her.

I just wanted to die.

And be with her forever.

Happy.


There's always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day

I couldn't save my wife's life.

That was a pretty good reason to not feel good enough.


I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release

Death became my release.

I just fell asleep, and died.

Next thing I know I'm begging St Peter to let me in.

And he did.

And I saw my love again.

And I felt truly at peace.


Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

I went to sleep thinking of her, as always.

Then I was weightless, and at peace once more.

With my dearly departed wife.

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear

I was scared of living forever without her.

I'm free from all that now.

I'm free from being afraid to walk into our home because of all the memories there.

In her arms, I fly to heaven.


You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie

No more suffering without her.

No more pretending I was OK to be strong for my kids.

You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
Comfort is found in her arms.

I feel safe and happy once again.


You keep on building the lie
She's still alive in my heart.


Escaping one last time

Escaping to my dreams where she was still alive.


It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh

I became so convinced that the dreams were real.


This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
Then I wake up, and lose her all over again.


You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
I'm in the arms of my angel now.

And I am at peace.