War Is Coming Communications.

How strange
This feeling that my life's begun at last
This change,
Can people really fall in love so fast?
What's the matter with you, BlackCat?
Have you been too much on your own?
So many things unclear
So many things unknown.

In my life
There are so many questions and answers
That somehow seem wrong
In my life
There are times when I catch in the silence
The sigh of a faraway song
And it sings
Of a world that I long to see
Out of reach
Just a whisper away
Waiting for me.

{Gal Pals}

Does he know I'm alive?
Do I know if he's real?
Does he see what I saw?
Does he feel what I feel?

In my life
There's been noone like him anywhere
Anywhere where he is
If he asked, I'd be his

Even through the darkest phase
Be it thick or thin
Always someone marches brave
Here beneath my skin

And constant craving
Has always been

A whiskey bottle comforts me
And tells me not to cry
While a full moon says a prayer for me
I try to close my eyes

But the night's there to remind me
Of the guns and the early graves
The ghosts appear as I fall asleep
To sing an outlaw's serenade

Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
When you're livin' on the run
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young
Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done?
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young

I wish I could tie you up in my shoes
Make you feel unpretty too
I was told I was beautiful
But what does that mean to you
Look into the mirror who's inside there
The one with the long hair
Same old me again today

My outsides are cool
My insides are blue
Everytime I think I'm through
It's because of you
I've tried different ways
But it's all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame
I'm just trippin'

I'm not always like this,
It's something I become...
A terrible weakness,
In my nature, in my blood.

Save me, oh save me,
Save me from myself
Before I hurt somebody else again.


[ooc: Apparently Tom is the only muse who wants to do anything this weekend, sorry guys. Wheeee~]

Maybe there are no fairytales
Though Violet could use one now
Maybe there are no heroes
But the kind that cry out, too
Maybe Violet has the answer
She's been looking for
One day she is happy
But there's always something more

We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show...

[Eleven]
Tell me, Doctor
Where are we going this time?
Is this the fifties?
Or nineteen-ninety-nine?