"This is not what it is only baby scars, I need your love like a boy needs his mother's side."
- Of Mice & Men
Having to wake up every morning to the shrill sound of my alarm clock is getting pretty annoying. I've already broken two but now counting this morning it would be three. The sun glaring through my window isn't really helping much also. If the sun didn't keep us alive I would ninja kick that lil shit into a different universe. I sighed, which I have noticed I do a lot. I got up, much to my annoyance and headed to my bathroom. Flicking on my light, I padded over to the mirror where I was met by a girl that looked as though she was hit by a truck. My usually tame able long chestnut hair was a giant tumbleweed. I sighed, once again, and hopped into the shower.
I don't know what it is about showers but I always come out feeling as though all the grumpy has left my system. I walked over to my closet to determine how fabulous I should look today. I decided on a simple black dress and my white and black creepers. I like to dress up sometimes because I like to feel extra fabulous on certain days. The dress is actually pretty comfortable, it's kind of figure hugging towards the chest though but past the belly button it is very flowy. I blow dried my hair and let it go back to its usual wavy like self that goes down past the middle of my back. I grabbed my bag and headed down to the kitchen. As I was expecting there was a sticky note on the table that told me my mother would be gone all day... again. I decided to skip breakfast and headed to my car. My car isn't anything special just a simple black Buick. I hopped in and put in my All Time Low CD and switched it to Somewhere in Neverland. I shut my windows because I decided to sing and I don't want to be murdering ear drums with my voice.
Say goodbye to the halls and the classes
Say hello to a job and the taxes
The weekends with old friends spilling into 9 to 5 routine
Tell me how you feel over and done with
Like your life is a map with no compass to guide,
At the bar drinkin' way too much
We sing along to "Forever Young".
So here we go again
Wishin' we could start again
Wendy run away with me
I know I sound crazy
Don't you see what you do to me?
I wanna be your lost boy
Your last chance, a better reality
Wendy we can get away
I promise if you're with me, say the word and we'll find a way
I can be your lost boy, your last chance
Your "everything better" plan
Oh, somewhere in Neverland
(Somewhere in Neverland)
We'll start a life of the plain and the simple
Of great times with far better people
And weekends with our friends
Laughing about the wine that stains their teeth
We'll talk about how your parents separated and
How you don't wanna make the same mistakes as them
I'll say it's all about stickin' it out
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Child Like Love
Ficção AdolescenteNaive, innocent, child like, doormat and sweet as candy but dense are a few words that describe Wednesday Jäger. Whilst Vladimir Veksler is the exact opposite being cold, blunt, possessive and sharp. So when Vlad starts teaching Wednesday how to not...