I wake the next morning, him still asleep. Thinking I shouldn't be here, I take my heels and slowly and silently walk upstairs and to my room where I should be. The guards let me in and I sit on my bed once they close the door, sighing and pouring myself some wine that he left.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
When I wake, I find her gone. Panicking, I pull my shoes on and bolt downstairs. The guards open up and shut me in, and I find h er sitting on the bed, "Y-you left. Why'd you come back here? You could have stayed."
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 nod and realize that I'm exposing way too much emotion. Nodding again, I head for the door and hesitate before knocking on it, "You don't have to stay in here then, if you won't leave."
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