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Good EnoughI'm trapped in this web again
I can't deny it
I'll do anything you ask of me
I'm so confused,
So messed up inside,
I gave you my heart
But you made it bleed
I can't say no to you.
When will I be good enough for you, baby?
Why aren't I now?
Drinking in the scene,
Watching others have their fun,
Wishing I, too, could-so effortlessly-
Have a good time
And forget, for awhile
I've completly lost myself to you.
And you, and you, and you.
When will i be good enough for you, honey?
Why aren't I now?
I gave you life, I gave my all,
I shouldn't let you conquer me compltely
Never said a word of discomfort
But sometimes I need to
Here, in the pages of this book,
I'm safe; I'm free.
I'm not lost; I'm just alone.
And I cannot stay where I don't belong.
When will I be good enough for you, love?
Why aren't I now?
Too late to go back now.
I woke up...I know the truth now...
I know who you are.
I don't love you anymore...
My dear friend...My dear Friend, you have come to me
In times of trouble and hurt
My sister, I have come to you
When i needed a friend.
We've been through so much together
Boys and girls,
I'll never forget that concert,
Screaming and shouting,
Best night of my life.
I'll never forget
I'll never forget
Watching Indiana Jones
While it rained
And we should've been
At the beach.
I'll always laugh
At the number twleve
Because it was always your defeat.
Never forget, dear sister,
When we were young
a p a r t.
Dear sister, you mean the world to me.
Know that I will always be here.
Dear Alice, you are my sister and friend,
My companion and confidant,
I love you, dear Alice,
Let's stay friends.
Good and BadYou're my everything and nothing,
You're the song stuck in my head,
You're the teardrops on my guitar,
You're the end where this path lead.
You're my end, you're my start,
You're my joy, you're my fear,
You're my happiness, you're my sorrow,
You're my outlet, you're my pain.
You were a lover, and a friend
Someone to look after,
Someone to look after me.
You were my brightest star,
Now you've made my darkest day,
You're a heartbreaker, and a thief,
You broke my heart, you stole the peices.
You're beautiful and sad,
You're sweet, but not sincere;
You're my angel, you're the devil,
You loved me but you're with her...
I was with you, now I'm alone.
Which one?Who am I?
The witch or the ghost?
They are so alike,
But there is always a flaw,
when I try to fit in.
I can sing,
I can write,
I was always misunderstood.
I tried to save
The one whom I love,
even when I knew all was lost.
I just want to
"Turn my face away
from the garish light of day,
Turn my thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light...
and listen to the Music of the Night..."
But sometimes I just want to scream,
"Alright enough, so be it...so be it then...
Let all Oz be agreed,
I'm wicked through and through,
Since I cannot succed, _____saving you,
I promise no good deed will I attempt to do again-ever again-
No good deed will I do-
But how can I compare myself
to the Opera Ghost-that haunts the sopranos
Or the Wicked Witch of the West, who always seems to
"Need help believing you're with me tonight."
Erik and Elphaba
Are the perfect pair.
Just so perfect-
How can I compare?
Missing YouI miss you...I miss your smile
And I still shed a tear every once in a while
And even though it;s different now,
You're still here somehow, my heart won't let you go
And I need you to know,
I miss you....
How much pain are you going to inflict on someone you once loved?
Or did you never love me at all?
All those times....
I held you while you cried.
You wiped away my tears.
Do they mean anything to you now?
So let me ask you....if you really loved me,
Where did you get the knife you stabbed into my heart?
But I took it out,
Let myself bleed over you.
But not anymore.
Now my wounds
Are slowly healing.
Demanding my response
Don't bother breaking the door down
I found my way out....
And you'll never hurt me again.
Her Royal HignessIt was late afternoon. Rue was looking through her giant closet, trying to find a dress to wear to the Academy's dance.
"I have nothing to freaking WEAR." Rue complained.
"Oh, stop complaining." Duck replied. "You could wear a paper bag and look amazing, rue,"
"Easy for you to say; you look adorable."
This was true, Duck thought. "You're the one who picked this outfit for. me."
"True," admitted Rue. "That blue skirt looks amazing. and with the off-white top? Awesome."
Duck smiled. I love the sparkly peace sign on it, too. she thought.
Duck rose from her spot on the bed and walked over to the closet. She rooted through the clothes and fabrics-silk, satin, denim. Finally she felt a material softer than anyone she'd felt so far-it was in the back of the closet, the very last article of clothing.
"Hey Rue?" asked Duck, timidly.
"Mhm?" came the reply from Rue's reflection in the mirror, where she was applying mascara.
"How about-this?" she pulled out the dress with a flourish.
Doctor, DoctorDoctor, doctor,
Help me please.
I'm having the strangest symptoms.
I think I'm allergic to this one guy
He makes my skin flush red.
I giggle uncontrollably.
I cannot stop smiling!
A mysterious force
Draws me to him
And once I look, I cannot look away!
He wanders through my dreams,
He's in my every thought,
My friends complain
When I complain
About my various syndromes.
So, please, doctor, help me!
I need some medication.
I need medical attention
Use your education
What? What's that you say?
I am fine, you say?
Surely you must have some idea
Of what is going on.
This boy must be kept away from me!
With that, you must agree
What? Love, you say?
I'm in love with him, you say?
Ha! As if!
I'm done with your phony cures
To my mysterious ailments
I'll take my leave now-
I'm walking right out the door.
Me? In love? With him?
What an absurd notion!
Although, now that you mention it, doctor
He does have the most beautiful eyes
.:Thank you:.Thank you
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for being there.
Thank you for wiping away my tears.
Thank you for believing in me.
Thank you for loving me, even when I loved someone else.
Thank you for saying, "What if you'd gotten hurt? What if you'd died?" when I do something incredibly stupid.
(Thank you for adding, "What would I do if I lost you?" and pressing me against your body.)
Thank you for never holding me back.
Thank you for always encouraging me.
Thank you for never telling me that my dreams were stupid.
Thank you for kissing me in front of our friends.
Thank you for staying up late with me while I finished math homework I didn't understand.
Thank you for never thinking I was stupid, even when I failed a math test for the third time.
Thank you for not going to sleep until you were sure I was out cold.
Thank you for letting me wake you up at 4am because I had a bad dream.
Thank you for waking me up when I started screaming in my sleep.
Thank you f
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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