Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them
"Songs aren't silly!" Noe protested, stiffening as though offended. She wasn't exactly an artist - certainly not of Jude's caliber - but she had an appreciation for it all the same. [say"Songs are - songs are memories, and stories, and emotions. They can tell us about the past, or help us understand how we're feeling. Sometimes they can even make us feel less alone."
She tugged her knees more tightly to her chest, uncomfortable with vulnerability and feeling exactly that. "When my mom died, I couldn't figure out what I was feeling or why. I was sad, of course, but more than that, I was angry. And that didn't make sense to me. Like, how dare I be angry, right? Like, she didn't choose to leave us." Koa may have been closer with their mother, but the wound left behind by her absence still festered in Noe's mind, even after all this time.
"But there was this song - I won't sing it for you, if it's all the same. Not all of us are blessed with a voice like yours," she added with a forced laugh, as though to lighten the suddenly serious mood. "And it captured exactly what I was feeling. Any time I felt like things were out of control, I would go back to that song in my head, and it helped.
"Songs are just as important as weapons. Especially during a war," she said fiercely. "And people would be lucky to hear you perform." So there.
She tugged her knees more tightly to her chest, uncomfortable with vulnerability and feeling exactly that. "When my mom died, I couldn't figure out what I was feeling or why. I was sad, of course, but more than that, I was angry. And that didn't make sense to me. Like, how dare I be angry, right? Like, she didn't choose to leave us." Koa may have been closer with their mother, but the wound left behind by her absence still festered in Noe's mind, even after all this time.
"But there was this song - I won't sing it for you, if it's all the same. Not all of us are blessed with a voice like yours," she added with a forced laugh, as though to lighten the suddenly serious mood. "And it captured exactly what I was feeling. Any time I felt like things were out of control, I would go back to that song in my head, and it helped.
"Songs are just as important as weapons. Especially during a war," she said fiercely. "And people would be lucky to hear you perform." So there.
Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie
They say looks can kill and I might try
They say looks can kill and I might try
Noe
