As I look up at the loft, a barrage of images pounds through my skull and leaves me with a sharp pain behind my eyes. Cursing under my breath, I bring a hand to my head and close my eyes as I try to analyze what I'd seen.
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 don't argue, my one hand shaking, and nod. Swallowing, I blink and find my hand just feathers for a moment. When I blink again, it's back to normal. ...Not good.
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