I've asked about you and they told me things
But my mind didn't change and I still feel the same
What's a life with no fun? Please, don't be so ashamed
I've had mine, you've had yours, we both know.. we know
They won't get you like I will
My only wish is I die real
Cause that truth hurts and those lies heal
And you can't sleep thinking that he lies still
So you cry still, tears all on the pillowcase
Big girls all get a little taste
Pushing me away so I give her space
Dealing with a heart that I didn't break
I'll be there for you, I will care for you
I keep thinking you just don't know
Tryna run from that, say you done with that
On your face, girl, it just don't show
When you're ready, just say you're ready
When all the baggage just ain't as heavy
And the party's over, just don't forget me
We'll change the pace and we'll just go slow
You won't ever have to worry, you won't ever have to hide
You've seen all my mistakes so look me in my eyes
Cause if you let me
Here's what I'll do
I'll take care of you
I've loved and I've lost
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Mirána's head pounded as she woke up, looking to see Roman was passed out beside her.
She groaned and sat up, trying to remember what happened the night before...and how she ended up on Peter's living room couch.
She smelt fresh coffee and saw Lynda Rumancek standing in the kitchen.
The woman saw movement from the corner of her eye and looked up to see Mira was up.
"Good morning." She said, looking back down to pour her coffee.
"Good morning," Mirána replied groggily. Lynda carried her a cup of coffee and a couple of add colored pills.
Mira looked at them skeptically.
"Romani magic hangover cure. Trust me," she raised her brows at the young girl. "You want it."
With that, she popped the pills in her mouth and swallowed them down with coffee.
"How'd we get here?" Mira looked down at Roman Who was sleeping still.
"I don't know. I came in this morning to get some water and you two were passed out. I could smell the liquor leaking from your pores and decided to let you sleep." She sat on the coffee table.
As she did, Roman walked in and furrowed his brows.
"How'd you get here, I thought you were going to that thing last night?"
"We did." Mirána rubbed her forehead.
"Hmm," He pursed his lips a moment and then shrugged.
"Oh, well."
"I'm heading out," Lynda told her son, standing.
"Where?"
"Just the general store. I'll be back soon. Swing by and visit your cousin, she said she needed to speak with you two again." She motioned to Roman.
When she left, Mira looked at Peter.
"When did you go to your cousin?"
Roman had told her about Peter's psychic cousin, and she honestly didn't believe in any of it, but she still wanted to go with them when they went.
"We took her what we got from Lisa." Peter told her.
"And you didn't think to include me?"
"I didn't think you wanted to." Peter sighed.
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Hemlock Grove: Cold Blooded | Roman/O.C
Fanfiction" I feel your fear Surrounded by your skin You feel my heartbeat vibrate so violent Inside of your head I see it in your eyes You're no good for me And love is blind Cold Blooded " -Khalid -« • »- "You are draining the life from me in the form of...
