"It’s at stake again, it’s dangerous again
So bad why, we are, yeah
To withstand it more, to sustain it more
So hard hard, it can’t
Even if I knew already
I can’t stop
No way no way no way
As time passes
It just becomes more ruined
No way no way it’s collapsing again
A house made of cards, and us, inside
Even though the end is visible, even if it’s going to collapse soon
A house made of cards, we’re like idiots
Even if it’s a vain dream, stay like this a little more
- Instrumental-
As if there’s no such thing as tomorrow
As if there’s no such thing as a “next time”
Right now, in front of my eyes, everything without you
Is a terribly pitch-black darkness
I say it like a habit
We won’t work in the end
Even so, I keep hoping
As long as I’m with you in the end as well, I’m okay
Even if I knew already
I can’t stop
No way no way no way
As time passes
It just becomes more ruined
A house made of cards, and us, inside
Even though the end is visible, even if it’s going to collapse soon
A house made of cards, we’re like idiots
Even if it’s a vain dream, stay like this a little more
Slow down the time
Please stay for a little more oh
Please Baby Calm down
Just a little more
More precarious more dangerous
we are so bad so bad yeah
To endure to support more
So hard as it falls again ah
A house made of cards, and us, inside
Even though the end is visible, even if it’s going to collapse soon
A house made of cards, we’re like idiots
Even if it’s a vain dream, stay like this a little more" -House of Cards
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A S H
It was her. My bestfriend. My sister. The girl who stood by my side.
Courtney.
So many thoughts were going through my head right now.
How is she alive?
Is she the same?
Where is she now?
Why is she here?
I slowly walked to them.
Harry was glaring at her like throwing daggers.
While Courtney was standing there with a smirk playing on her lips.
But...
She was wearing police clothes.
Before I said a word, she looked at me and her eyes turned soft and she gave me a small smile.
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Fanfiction"The rumors, are terrible and cruel. But honey, most of them are true." -New Romantics -- I nervously walked to her cell and introduced myself. "Hello. I'm Harry. Your new psychologist." I held my clipboard tightly. As she was chained to a chair. Sh...
