I think about something and swallow, taking a sip of my wine.
This feels right...but wrong at the same time. I feel like I'm coming in the way. Why do I feel this way, you ask? Because I'm a criminal, you're a cop. It's so freaking complicated...
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I finish my food and take my plate to the kitchen, sighing. The saddest thoughts enter my mind and I make sure I'm not crying before downing the rest of my wine and walking back out to him, "I'm...I'm heading outside for a little," I tell him, my voice wavering, "I-I'll see you later or something..."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I don't answer, not wanting to break down, and just slip out the window again. The midnight air is cold, something I'm used to, and I Just plop down infront of the building, looking up at the stars with anxiety.
Why...did this have to happen to me. All the time, this happens to me. I finally find someone, someone that makes me happy, but then I realize that it could never work. This isn't fair...
Taking my head in my hands, I continue to think, a slow tear running down my cheek.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
She doesn't answer and something makes me follow her, sitting at her side to find her crying. I wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her into a hug, "W-what's wrong?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I shake my head, "But..." I look down, "If I get caught, which I probrably will sometime soon, then I probrably won't see you again. I-It's just not..." I sigh of frustration and take my head in my hands again, "This is so f*cking unfair."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!