Break This Spell – Daughtry
Like a moth into a flame
I'm hypnotized, and like a stone
I'm paralyzed cause I can't look away
You found your way under my skin
And I'm tryin' not to love you
But I hate the way I keep on givin'
Into you, like I always do,
No matter how I try
Or maybe it could be,
That you're a part of me, that's keeping me alive
How am I supposed to break this spell you got me under
I'm so addicted to the pain
Got your poison running through my veins
The way you pull me in
The way you chew me up
The way you spit me out.
I keep coming back, I can't get enough
I can't go without you
I could fight you until the end
But I will lose you if I win
So I guess I'll just keep on givin'
Into you like I always do,
No matter how I try
Or maybe could it be that you're the part of me,
That's keep me alive?
How am I supposed to break this spell you got me under
I'm so addicted to the pain
Got your poison running through my veins
The way you pull me in
The way you chew me up
The way you spit me out.
I keep coming back, I can't get enough
I can't go without you
This feeling is far from sober
Its beauty buried deep inside
You're the only one who gets me high
And I know it's far from over
As you can see, you're the part of me, that's keeping me alive.
How am I supposed to break this spell you got me under
I'm so addicted to the pain
Got your poison running through my veins
The way you pull me in
The way you chew me up
The way you spit me out.
I keep coming back, I can't get enough
I can't go without
Oh I keep coming back
I can't get enough
I can't go without you
He had been so busy trying to get a moment with Miss Marina Thompson he had only just noticed how strange this ball was. Lord Rutledge was on his second dance with her. Pondering his next move a flash of bright yellow caught his eye. Penelope.
She was watching Miss Thompson, shooting her sympatric looks. He enjoyed talking to Penelope. Perhaps she could help him get a moment of Marina's time even secure a dance. Walking up behind her he glanced over at Lady Trowbridge with her grizzling infant son. "Our host looks a bit fussy. Do you think if he goes to bed, we all have to leave?"
He could always count on Pen to laugh at his jokes, even the bad ones. "It's lucky the lady produced an heir before the Earl croaked, no?"
"Lucky indeed. But do you not think the boy bears a passing resemblance to Lady Trowbridge's footman?" The comment itself had some merit but coming from sweet, shy and quiet Penelope Featherington it packed quiet the punch.
"Penelope! What a barb!" Then she gazed up at him. He got lost for a moment her beautiful blue eyes. Then she looked away. Had she felt that pull as well? "I've tried to get in front of Miss Thompson all night. Surely she cannot be interested in Lord Rutledge, can she?"
Penelope turned to look at Marina, those blue eyes which had just held him hostage tracked what was more of a wrestling match than a dance. "I think the only thing Miss Thompson is interested in is a swift rescue, indeed."
"I believe you are right." The current dance was about to come to a close. Here was the perfect opportunity to come to the rescue.
"Oh, Colin, I did not mean…" Penelope's voice trailed off behind him. Time for him to play hero.