She looked down at her hands, they were shaking uncontrollably; she did it again… She broke his heart, left him there broken and alone, after he admitted to her that he was still in love with her. She was a monster – in every meaning of the word and she couldn’t do anything about it
Just trying to help out everyone else; now I feel the weight of the world is on my shoulders.
It was ridiculous, she was a superhero. She should be able to handle these feelings, be able to realize that she was hurting him and yet here she was, oblivious to herself but willing to help everyone else out – Rory, Jay, M’att, Connie, all of them…
What can you do when your good isn't good enough and all that you touch tumbles down?
Her hands clutched her ears, trying to drown out her thoughts… He didn’t deserve her; he deserves someone so much better. She really tried though, tried to become the woman that he deserved… Looking back she wonders if she had done this or that differently if she’d still be in love with him.
Because my best intentions keep making a mess of things, I just want to fix it somehow; but how many times will it take? Oh how many times will it take for me to get it right?
It wouldn’t have mattered, she was a monster – it would have been useless. Their relationship had been destined to fail from the moment she agreed to go on a date with him. Yet, every time they met it was like they were drawn to each other and no matter how much she apologized it would never be alright, never be okay because she hurt him so badly. Her nails dug into her knees. It could never work…
To get it right?
She was willing to try though and without a second thought she ran after him.
Can I start again with my faith shaken? Because I can't go back and undo this.
Grabbing a cup from the table he threw it at the wall glass shattering he groaned, it was so aggravating. Every time she left if was the same thing, this unbelievable anger that he could never place. He didn’t want to move on, he wants her and she wants nothing to do with him and he wants to know why.
I just have to stay and face my mistakes, but if I get stronger and wiser I'll get through this.
Seeing the broken cup he thinks back to Hong Kong, he was willing to lose everyone he ever cared about… People he didn’t even realize cared, Rory looked hurt and Jay, Jay was so disappointed but in himself as much as in his brother. His dad was so broken, both of his sons disappeared over Thanksgiving break without so much as a note and his youngest was willing to join the group that he had struggled to escape from for years. This family was built on second chances, the ability to learn from your mistakes and he was going to make good on his second chance, prove to them that he was happy.
What can you do when your good isn't good enough and all that you touch tumbles down?
Picking up the pieces he sighs, it was difficult. At times he wanted to say it was too difficult, that he shouldn’t have let himself be so open, so fragile to another. No matter what he did in their relationship never seemed to end well, she was hurt for so many years – by the person she should have been able to trust most and even when he found out, he didn’t do anything to help her.
Because my best intentions keep making a mess of things, I just want to fix it somehow; but how many times will it take? Oh how many times will it take for me to get it right?
He asked his brother to do it for him, and even then, Jay was hurt for his mistake. He never knew what to do, his sweet girl was hurt and alone and unwilling to let anyone else help her. Then he left, for something that he now realizes that he could never want, he could never want to be unfeeling and cold, not after having Jay and his dad explain to him what that means.
To get it right?
He had to tell her that he loved her, grabbing his phone he dials her number, hoping that she’ll pick up.
So I throw up my fist, throw a punch in the air and accept the truth that sometimes life isn't fair.
Tears cloud her eyes as she runs to Gotham, she didn’t know if this would work out but she was willing to try. How many chances does a girl get at a love like that one? One, if she’s lucky. Here she finds herself about to run out of those arms for the rest of her life – she couldn’t let that happen. Life wasn’t fair; it was cruel and wicked but if it was willing to give her a second chance with Apollo there was no way in hell she wasn’t taking it.
Yeah I sent out wish. Yeah I sent up a prayer. Then finally someone will see how much I care.
He was met with the beep of the answering machine, cursing he hangs up and tries again. Somehow hoping that she was just unaware that her phone rang, was she really mad at him now? Had he blown his last chance, it couldn’t be… Please god – whoever is out there, don’t let this be the end of the two of them, it couldn’t end in such a raw way.
What can you do when your good isn't good enough and all that you touch tumbles down?
Stumbling she reaches the apartment complex that she had become so familiar with. Taking the steps two at a time she rushes to the door of his home but stops before she can knock. What if he didn’t love her anymore? What if he decided to move on?
Because my best intentions keep making a mess of things I just want to fix it somehow; but how many times will it take? Oh how many times will it take?
There was still no answer, throwing on his jacket he decides to go look for her – what if she hurt herself again. He had to find her, tell her that he couldn’t let her go. Opening the door he crashes into something. Looking down he sees her, and before she can say one word he presses his lips to hers.
To get it right.
To get it right.
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