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PMV: Like I Can

plot: we live in some world where my mom, the queen of a kingdom (based off of our town) passes away so i have to take over as her successor; this is the pmv of that.

I would like to make a story about this in the future.

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He could be a sinner, or a gentleman

*scene of my mother getting blanket over her*

He could be a preacher when your soul is damned

*catholic priest comes in, blesses the body*

He could be a lawyer on a witness stand

*i stand up, tears forming, pace out the room; image pans close to my atheist symbol necklace*

But he'll never love you like I can, can

*after swing of my jewelry, throwback film of me and my lover laying together in my bed chamber*

He could be a stranger you gave a second glance

*flashback shows me as princess, dressed like Evita, being escorted through kingdom, brother and friend by my side; lines and lines of women are there, but spotlight on lover*

He could be a trophy of a one night stand

*me making out with her against wall, next film pans to under sheets*

He could have your humor, but I don't understand

*friend's kingdom introducing him to some woman who is his arranged wife*

'Cause he'll never love you like I can, can, can

*side by side of him and his lover crying in separate settings; i appear in the middle, narrowing my eyes*

Why are you looking down all the wrong roads?

*my brother and i walk side by side, down the coronation aisle*

When mine is the heart and the salt of the soul

*people of kingdom line up to see coronation, throw flower petals and salt*

There may be lovers who hold out their hands

*friend and his lover meeting in their secret garden*

But they'll never love you like I can, can, can

*i smile, film of me saving friend so he can marry his man*

They'll never love you like I can, can

*i smile sadly as it fast forwards to their wedding; i miss my lover, look to stars*

A chance encounter of circumstance

*throwback to when i snuck out of the castle; i went into forest, met up with friend, and we were writing; i saw lover before during parade, so i told him how i noticed her apart from the others*

Maybe he's a mantra, keeps your mind entranced

*my lover bumps into us in the forest, freaks out because it's me (and friend)*

He could be the silence in this mayhem, but then again

*i press my finger to her lips, shush her, then we lock eyes; both blush*

He'll never love you like I can, can, can

*large shadows of winged figure (aka friend's angelic lover) appear, my lover and i kiss under moonlight*

Why are you looking down all the wrong roads?

*i bow my head, atheist pendulum dangling, as crown is placed on my head*

When mine is the heart and the salt of the soul

*fast forward to me being led by friend and brother (each holding a hand of mine), stepping down the stairs following coronation*

There may be lovers who hold out their hands

*another future film of me fighting an enemy off with fencing swords in battle; the rest flee after i kill first guy; i smile to myself, then frown, cuz i miss her*

But they'll never love you like I can, can, can

*i lay awake at night, tears down my face, realizing im now the (lonely) queen without her*

They'll never love you like I can, can, can

*flashback of me running through a field with her, catching her as she fell, laying down in grass/stargazing*

They'll never love you like I can, can, can

*friend rests his head on his man's shoulder in their room, but his lover sense sum is wrong with me*

We both have demons, that we can't stand

*they both appear in my window, beckoning me to come with them; friend and i climb on to his winged man*

I love your demons, like devils can

*we fly out to the woods, near cemetery where my mom was buried; i look to them, asking, "Why here?"*

If you're self-seeking, an honest man

*they both smile, turn to face my mother's spirit; she says reassuring stuff to me, then points to the woods*

Then stop deceiving

*fireflies seem to light up forested area, creates spotlight; my eyes widen*

Lord, please

*my lost lover walks out, most beautiful dress ever, her eyes lock with mine*

Why are you looking down all the wrong roads?

*she grabs her dress and swiftly runs to me; she trips, i catch her*

When mine is the heart and the salt of the soul

*i caress her cheek as tears stream down mine; passionately kiss*

There may be lovers who hold out their hands

*i smile and pick her up by her waist, spin her around*

But they'll never love you like I can, can, can

*she gingerly touches my crown; image pan to us embracing tightly in my bed*

They'll never love you like I can, can, can

*panorama of huge crowd in white castle setting, we both wear flower crowns and beautiful ballgowns; atheist wedding*

They'll never love you like I can, can, can...

*close up of us in the woods in our wedding dresses at night, friend and his lover smile in the background, as we run off into the distance (temporarily?)*