Disclaimer-Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight, Taylor Swift owns Picture to Burn, and The Plain White T's own Hey There Delilah.
SPOV-
I walk on stage, holding my guitar.
I smile at Micha as I strum the guitar.
Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This one's for you
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.
She is smiling by the time I am finished, and wiping a tear from her eyes.
We smile at eachother as we pass, sparks flying just from me seeing her.
''The song I was originally going to sing...well I guess that just doesn't go with my feelings anymore. This is for the guy...who I think I like. But I don't trut him yet. I wrote this when I was mad so...,''
State the obvious
I didnt get my perfect fantasy
I realize you love yourself more than you could ever love me
So go and tell your friends that I'm obsessive and crazy
Thats fine I'll tell mine youre gay
And by the way
Chorus:
I hate that stupid old pick up truck you never let me drive
You're a redneck heartbreaker
Whos really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match on all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned you're just another picture to burn.
There's no time for tears
I'm just sitting here planning my revenge
There's nothing stopping me
From going out with all of your best friends.
And if you come around
Saying sorry to me
My daddys gonna show you how sorry you'll be
'Cause
*Chorus*
And if you're missing me
You better keep it to yourself
Cause coming back around here
Would be bad for your health
'Cause
I hate that stupid old pick up truck you never let me drive
You're a redneck heartbreaker
Whos really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match on all my wasted time
In case you havent heard
I really really hate that stupid old pick up truck you never let me drive
You're a redneck heartbreaker
Whos really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match on all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned you're just another picture to burn
Burn burn burn baby burn
Just another picture to burn
Baby burn
I can't help it. She is walking towards me, and I am walking towards her.
Hands touch, and eyes meet. No one but her.
I am about to lean in, but her eyes tell me to stop.
''Will you two kiss already,'' Mr. Jenks sighs, and our friends laugh.
She gently pushes me away ,''Wel that ruined the mood.''
I laugh with her and we sit with eachother.
The bells ring, and we are all about to leave.
''Um, glee club...you stay here,'' Mr. Jenks says.
KPOV-
What did we do now.
We sit back down, and so does Jared.
''What is it, Mr. Jenks,'' Anthony asks.
''Well...I got a letter today.''
''From a secret admirer,'' Seth jokes/
''No. Well...I have some good news.''
''What is it'' I ask excited already.
''Guys...we're going to sectionals.''
Sorry if I offended anyone.