tear in my heart | tyler joseph

Chapter Three

     "I don't care what's in your hair, I just want to know what's on your mind, I used to say, 'I want to die before I'm old,' but because of you I might think twice." Tyler was singing to Cynthia, something he had to do quite often before. He would sing the latest song the boys came up with to her, then see what she thought about it. But this time, he was singing to her just cause. They were at the park.

    "I like that verse," Cynthia said. "It gives out quite a powerful message. In a way, it's like you're telling the clique that because of them, you guys have the power to keep making music."

    "Wow. How deep. That's not the original message I had planned, but sure. Why not?"

   "Well, what is the original message?"

   "A musician never reveals his secrets."

   "I thought it was a magician who never reveals his secrets."

   "Eh. Same thing."

   "How so?"

   "Well, you see, musicians can create pure magic with their music." Cynthia just looked at him. "What?" Tyler said. "It's true!"

   "Okay, okay! I believe you." Tyler looked at her. He put his ukulele down, then said, "I'm not entirely sure you do believe me." He stuck out his hands and started tickling her. She started giggling like crazy. "Tyler," she gasped in between giggles. "Tyler, I believe you! Stop! I can't breathe! Air! I need air!" He stopped tickling her then pulled her into a hug. "It's good that you believe me," he muttered into her ear. "After all, I am a very believable person." She rolled her eyes and pulled away from him, then rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. "Have I told you exactly how much I love you yet?"

    "No, not yet. You told me that you love me, then I said that I love you, too, and kissed you. Neither of us have said exactly how much we love the other."

    "Well, why don't we start now? I'll go first." Cynthia turned to face Tyler, then said, "Tyler Joseph, this is how much I love you." She took his ukulele and started playing it while singing:

    "Ruby I hope I see you, I've waited all this week,

For you to walk my way, your soul will capture me,

Your momma painted your room a shade of pink, she said,

But with your great arrival that shade has turned to red.

    "Ruby take my hand, please lead me to the Promised Land,

Tell me, where am I from, your eyes say, 'Shada de da dum.'

Ruby, you're royalty, in your home land, they all call you 'Queen.'

Tell me, where are you from, your eyes say 'Shada de da dum.'

    "You're an angel fallen down, won't you tell us of the clouds,

You have fallen from the sky. How high? How high?

    "You're true and pure,

You hold the cure,

We're all diseased,

You hold the key.

    "You're an angel fallen down, won't you tell us of the clouds,

You have fallen from the sky. How high? How high?

    "Tell our dad, 'I'm sorry.' 

    "You're an angel. 

    "Tell our dad, 'I'm sorry.'