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ie, I obsess over this show and this song and thought they had so
much in common that I wanted to combine them into a (sappy) songfic.
-cue mad laughter followed by eerie silence-
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I never move in time
One by one my senses learn to fly
Wave goodbye
I'm always on the move
I'm at one with the world
I'm at one with everyone
Everyone except myself
I was taken from my family when I was a young boy. It seems I'm still that boy, trapped in the body of a grown man. I can become anyone that I want to be. They used me. Not to help but to hurt others. How many people have died because of what I thought up? No more. I can be anyone I want to be, but I don't know who I am. Who am I?
Call me names I don't mindLab Rat, Pez-head, Wonderboy, Science Project the Angel with icey blue shriek at me. Then again, given the tormenting pieces of truth that I send her, can't say that I blame her. As before she can find the answers she's looking for. The Truth. The light in her existance. Then she has to cross the darkness that dwells around it as well. All those sublevels that there is of it.
My time is almost upI'm so tired of running, from her, into the unknown. They say a known hell is better than an unknown. But I've been in hell, only it had nicer furniture and I'm not going back. I won't have more dead eyes stare at me. Ever. So I pray I'll find the answers I seek before she finds me. Before I let her find me. Her eyes. So much sadness and so much joy.
What goes up must come downShe knows me, far too well. We used to be best friends. What better huntress for a prey such as me. Angel. Of mercy, or despair. We can't be together. We can't be apart. I just want to know who I am, I can stand anything for that. Anything. Even losing the girl who gave me my first kiss?
It's the time of our livesYour breath against my lips. Then back to square one. No "us". I didn't believe you, and still don't. There is more than me running and you chasing. You've been a prisoner of the Centre like me for all these years. What are you so afraid of? Why can't you admit what you feel? The Truth. Admitting it is not a mistake, it is a turning point. Our Choice.