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[tinymelodic.livejournal.com]

*someone's been listening to this and is singing along*

You can’t quit until you try
You can’t live until you die
You can’t learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie

You can’t breathe until you choke
You gotta laugh when you’re the joke
There’s nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive

Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?

I know some things that you don’t
I’ve done things that you won’t
There’s nothing like a trail of blood
to find your way back home

I was waiting for my hearse
What came next was so much worse
It took a funeral to make me feel alive

Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?

Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?

Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?

Just open your eyes
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?

Comments

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

... Such a melancholy song.

[tinymelodic.livejournal.com]

It's pretty.

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

I won't deny that it is, but it's still very sad.

[tinymelodic.livejournal.com]

*shrugs, looking up at him*

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

What's your name?

[tinymelodic.livejournal.com]

Ana. You?

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

*smiles gently* Such a pretty name. I'm Luke.

[tinymelodic.livejournal.com]

*looking at him curiously. More specifically, his wings*

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

*follows her gaze to his wings, and stretches them out slightly for her*

[tinymelodic.livejournal.com]

You have wings. Are you related to the others?

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

The other-- Ah, no.

[tinymelodic.livejournal.com]

Huh. *winces slightly, stretching*

[crimsonaria.livejournal.com]

*notices the wince* Are you alright?

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

...Why are you singing a song like that?

[tinymelodic.livejournal.com]

It's pretty.

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

It's a bit sad, though.

[tinymelodic.livejournal.com]

Maybe. I still think it's pretty.

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

It is, yeah.

[tinymelodic.livejournal.com]

*hums quietly*

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

You should sing more often, anyway. You have a nice voice.

[tinymelodic.livejournal.com]

I like it. It's fun.

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

You really should do it more often, then!

[tinymelodic.livejournal.com]

*hums softly, random notes*

[crimsonmaiden.livejournal.com]

...Have you been feeling okay?

[tinymelodic.livejournal.com]

Kinda. I... well... *curls up a little* ... no one told me I'd be going to the bathroom a lot and... well...