eighteen: believed
All your twisted thoughts free-float / Everlasting memories shown slow / 'Cause the star's with me /And you would wait for stupid calls returned / And the life we say to those who are in love / It can't be true 'cause we're too young / And now that's true because / So long I was so in love with you, so I thought / A year goes by and I can't talk about it /
Four years of my life. What wasted time.
I was fifteen when I saw him first. But I knew he'd never pick a girl like me—the quiet, studious, mousy-brown type. So I became his type. Black hair, nails, makeup. I shocked my parents, shocked the world. But I didn't give a damn. Because all I wanted was Keenan.
On my knees, dim-lighted room / Thoughts free-float, try to console myself in this / I'm not faithless / Just paranoid of getting lost or that I might lose / Ignorance is bliss, cherish it / Pretty neighborhoods, you learn too much too old / Believe it not / And fight the tears with pretty smiles and lies about the times / A year goes by and I can't talk about it / The times weren't right and I can't talk about it /
I was sixteen when I kissed him first. It took torturous effort, but he'd noticed me. He really had noticed me. When his soft lips caught mine that first time, all I could feel was one continuous spark of electricity, like there was lightning connecting our tongues. And even though I hated the way I looked, I knew then that it was worth it.
Chorus romance says goodnight / Close your eyes and I'll close mine / Remember you, remember me / Heard the first, the last between / Chorus romance says goodnight / Close your eyes and I'll close mine / Remember you, remember me / Heard the first, the last between / And I'm praying that we will see / Something there in between / Then and there, let's exceed all we can dream / So we can talk about it /
I was seventeen when he lived with me first. We'd graduated early—a feat that old Tori had worked for and new Tori had managed to accomplish with Keenan by my side. I bought an apartment and invited him to room with me. We'd done more than kiss that night, that unforgettable night. My first time would forever be burned into my memory, that night when he'd said he loved me. I believed him.
Chorus romance says goodnight / Close your eyes and I'll close mine / Remember you, remember me / Heard the first, the last between / Chorus romance says goodnight / Close your eyes and I'll close mine / Remember you, remember me / Heard the first, the last between /
I was eighteen when things began to change. His heart wasn't in it anymore. I could tell. And a few days shy of nineteen, it was over.
Four wasted years. I hated Leah for ruining it. That afternoon, I made a stop at the salon to remove every single drop of that awful black dye from my hair. I threw away all the black eyeliner and nail polish and the leather leggings and the fishnet tights. I watched them burn in the trash can, ignited by a piece of paper that I'd written Leah's name on. It was juvenile, but it gave me some sense of satisfaction. She'd ruined my life. I would never forget.
And I'm praying that we will see / Something there in between / Then and there, let's exceed all we can dream / So we can talk about it In all these twisted thoughts I see Jesus there in between / In all these twisted thoughts I see Jesus there in between
aw, poor Tori. i feel sorry for her. i wanted to have a sad ending, 'cause frankly, everything is a happy ending. i hope you liked it as much as i did. review. the song was "So I Thought" by Flyleaf. thanks for stickin' with "Journey"!!