And I Thought To Myself

"How can so much good

Exist in such a tiny heart

Despite of all the pain she's in

She never falls apart

And if she doesn't last the length of seven songs

She dries her tears on her best friend's sleeves and dances right along"

I'd like to know where some people think they get all their power to control other people's lives. I suppose it was my fault for making the mistake of not helping a friend before this had a chance to start; maybe I should have seen where it was going to end up. I won't let other people be dragged into something that they don't deserve to be dragged into. I've never been a fighter, but now I feel like I'm going to have to stand my ground on something I believe in. Discontent, leave me now.

You were probably right about me when you called me Rogue. 

She was the one that sucked the life and power out of everything and everyone she touched. I guess that said a lot, and the funny thing is; I'm drawn to that idea. I'm probably the closest thing to a walking disaster as they come. 

Things that could have been prevented if they happened two seconds too late, feelings that could have been avoided, I guess it's all fate. 

On another note:

I don't have long blonde hair, but I'd live in my underwear for you. You can't spell confusion with an A, but you can spell anomoly. I'll still be your Konstantine. Promise me I won't crash.

If we don't have much room to live, how come I can't reach you?