Author's Note: Thanks for the great reviews! I'm glad you guys like these.:) I thought this was the perfect Eli song. I mean, look at the name.
Warning: Clare will definitely be OOC, in here. And even though she's not in this as in standing there, talking, Cece's mentioned. And she'll be OOC, too.
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi or All Black, though I wish I could, cause the people in Good Charlotte and Degrassi are very sexy. ;)
All Black by Good Charlotte
Take a look at my life, all black
Take a look at my clothes, all black
Black. The only color I ever wear. Why? I'm not exactly sure. All my life, it's the only color I wear, though. My whole life is basically black. It's just my thing.
Like Johnny Cash, all black
Like the Rolling Stones, wanna paint it black
My room is all black, too. The walls are black, the blinds, the furniture. I know it's different, though that's why I like it.
Like the night that we met, all black
Like the seats in my Cadillac
The seats of my hearse are black, too. I even have a skull on the hood. And the night that we met, it was pitch black, outside. Like it knew that we would be there. I used to see red, now it's just all blackAs long as I could remember, I dreamed in black and white
As I grew up and the sun went down, I never felt more alright
I like to watch the sunset, and then go for walks in the dark. Weird, but that's just me. I feel comforted by the darkness. No one can see me.
My mother she used to tell me
Son, you better get to church
It's a dark, dark world and there's evil out there
And you know it's only getting worse
I'm also an atheist. Morbid, right? My mother isn't, though. She would always tell me to go to church. She says the world's a bad place, and that I need to visit God every once in a while, so that I don't get into trouble. I would never go, though. I don't look for trouble, either. I don't need some imaginary "God" to "keep me on track", as my mother says.
Yeah, I've never been much for weddings or anniversaries
But I'll go to a funeral if I'm invited, any day of the week
Whenever the family gets invited to a wedding, I always manage to try and skip out. They're just not my thing. They bore me; they're way too happy for me. People crying tears of joy, wearing light colors. And the worst: white. Ugh. It's just not for me.
But funerals, now that's a different story. Tears of sadness, death, wearing black. And getting to be in a cemetery, that's a bonus. I know I'm a freak, but I don't really care.
Some people say that I sound strange
Some say that I'm not right
People call me different things, for example: freak, weirdo, emo boy, not right in the head, Goth kid, strange, messed up, a freak of nature. But you know what? I don't really care. I choose to be different. I like different, because I can't stand to be like everyone else. I like it this way.
But I find beauty in this world every single night
And like I said before, I like the nighttime best. Everything's quiet, no annoying kids running and screaming, no obnoxious people walking their dogs or talking on the phone; silence. I think it's amazing.
Take a look at my life, all black
Take a look at my clothes, all black
But don't let my appearance fool you. I like people; I just don't want to be like them, because I'll get judged, either way. I just choose to be who I want to be if they're gonna judge.
Like Johnny Cash, all black
Like the Rolling Stones, wanna paint it black
And my room isn't completely black. It's got a little bit of color, here and there. But not too much. Wouldn't want to taint it.
Like the night that we met, all black
Like the color of your dress, all black
She was wearing a black dress, when we met. It couldn't have been more perfect, considering we met in a cemetery at one in the morning. And it was pitch black outside, considering the time. The only thing that made me able to see her crystal blue eyes and blackened appearance was the street lights scattered around the cemetery. Perfect.
Like the seats in my Cadillac
I used to see red, now it's just all black
I used to wear some color. But not anymore. I would wear some red, green, maybe even blue; but there was always some black thrown in there. But after Julia died, I took out all the color and I just changed. Bought a hearse, named it Morty, because in French, mort means death. I painted my walls black, instead of the plain white color they were, before. Became an atheist, because, if there were a god, he wouldn't let someone so young, so innocent, die like that.
I sat down at her table, at the end of the night
She was having black coffee and a cigarette; she wasn't wearing white
After we left the cemetery, we drove in my hearse to her house. Instead of being creeped out by it, she thought he was awesome.
She told me her name is Clare. I'm currently sitting across from her at her kitchen table. She's wearing a low-cut black dress, and if I must say, she looks quite sexy. She's not wearing one ounce of white. I like this girl.
She said, "People tell me that I'm strange, they say that I'm not right"
She said, "The only time I feel alive is in the dead of night"
I think I found the one for me
"People say that I'm weird; that I'm not normal. They say something's wrong with me, because I dress like this and I like to keep to myself. I don't think it's weird, but people always judge. But the only time I feel I can really be myself, is in the dead of night."
She said that to me, and I couldn't help but feel like I found the perfect girl for me.
Take a look at my life, all black
Take a look at my clothes, all black
Like Johnny Cash, all black
Like the Rolling Stones, wanna paint it black
Like the night that we met, all black
Like the color of your dress, all black
Like the seats in my Cadillac
I used to see red, now it's just all black
I remember feeling so alive the night I looked into her eyes
When I looked into her eyes after she said that, for once in my life, I felt alive. Like I belonged somewhere. This girl is perfect for me.
Take a look at my life, all black
Take a look at my clothes, all black
Like Johnny Cash, all black
Like the Rolling Stones, wanna paint it black
Like the night that we met, all black
Like the color of your dress, all black
Like the seats in my Cadillac
I used to see red, I used to see red
Take a look at my life, all black
Take a look at my life, all black
Take a look at my life, all black
All black, all black
Take a look at my life, all black
Take a look at my life, all black
Take a look at my life, all black
All black, all black, all black, all black, all black
A/N: Very short, but I didn't want to repeat that he wears black, over and over again, so I ended it there. And if you've never heard that song, I suggest you go listen to it, because I seriously think that it describes Eli. It's by Good Charlotte. I might have another one up later, but I'd like to know thoughts on this one, too. Review?