Did you....I messed up,I know, with things that I did,I made a mistake,But I'm glad that I did.There's one thing more,I'd like to ask,That one thing, though.Could ruin our past.So I'm asking it now,With hopes that you'll answer,I'll wait patiently,For your reply,But for now,Here is the question:Did you like it?That moment when all feelings flowed,That moment our lips met,That moment I liked,That moment I think of,When I can't sleep at night,Did you like it?Would you do it again?If I asked you nicely,Would you answer, my friend?
Songfic: Mad WorldAll around me are familiar facesWhy did they even hold these meetings, anyway? They always spiraled into this. Everyone yelling at each other. Nothing actually getting done. Anyone who tried to get everything under control again was immediately shot down, pushed aside, ignored. But it didn't matter. He was used to being ignored. Worn out places, worn out facesAmerica wasn't looking too well. Every time he saw him, he looked more and more nervous, as if he was afraid that someone would jump out from behind the nearest shrub/wall/dumpster/table and try to gouge his eyes out. He wouldn't listen to reason. When he tried to comfort him, America just shut him out, too.Bright and early for their daily racesHe was more of a morning person than his brother. America usually didn't wake up before 10:00 at the earliest, unless he had to.There
The Perfect ImperfectionLets speak the truth...what we had was never perfectWe would always fight..yet the seconds of bliss would make it seem worth itAnd I know I made you sad..I kept driving you madBut think back to what we had.........was it really too badYes we would fight..we'd break up every nightBut every morning we'd make up..and again things would start to feel rightThings started to get rough...they were becoming too toughThen one day you decided that you'd finally had enoughBut no matter how much you hate it..I'll always be your firstYou had such a lustful heart..and only I could quench its ThirstSo go ahead and hate me..and say that you don't love meBut every time you see the word "love" you will always think of meAnd this is what we were...just a perfect imperfectionHate it all you want..but you just can't go denying our connectionAnd this love's become rejected..and our hearts become neglectedBut babe..no matter what we do...we'll never be completely disconnected