The police officer bumps into me and I swear as he apologizes. He watches me pass by and I swallow, pulling my hood over my head, pacing up into a sprint.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I catch a glimpse of her face on the televisions posed in the windows but can't read the lettering, not wearing my glasses. Shrugging it off, I pull up in front of the station and groan as another lifeless day begins.
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
Just as I walk through the doors, I'm deemed coffee fetcher and forced to head back out. Inwardly cursing my life, I start the cruiser again and drive to the nearest Starbucks, finding the same girl running with the bag from the other day... Turning my radio off, I slip out of my car and follow at a distance. Could it be the same person?
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
Getting to the building, I take a deep breath before tucking the top of the bag in my back pocket. Walking in and trying to look as normal as possible - which wasn't really working due to me wearing all black - I slip my gun from my jacket and hide it behind my back, going through halls while looking around for the money vents.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Getting to the vents, I open the door and the people at the counter with an amazing amount of security, look at me with a face of horror. Swallowing, I take my gun and shoot them down, hacking the password before kicking the door down and staring at the million wads of hundred bills.
That was easy.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
She shoots the security down and I take my gun out, standing directly behind her with ten feet between us. Cocking the gun back, I aim it at her, "Freeze. Hands up."
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
Swallowing, I watch as she does what I ask. I study her before turning the radio back on and calling it in. Once done, I look back at her and take a deep breath, "I need you to set the gun on the ground very slowly and kick it to me."
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
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