7 Years Lyrics Novels & Stories

7-year old me say "If they bother you today, come get me and I will handle it I promise," He said hugging me from the side It happened again I freed myself from words never said This road with no end And there's no help, ooh Lost and lonely, strangers know me Better than I know myself So I sit, watching the rain And here I'll stay "Well look who's here the girl who's a mistake," Samantha said smirking "What cat got your tongue little bitch" Samantha's bratty friend says

his voice called out as his tires screeched against the gravel. There won't be a next time, Damian. I sat alone, slowly cutting into the cake that symbolized my birth. I was an orphan who lost both parents. In the Mafia world where bloodline is everything, I had been the lowest of the low—no name, no pedigree. Even the beggars looked down on me. The first bit of warmth I ever felt was from a teenage Damian. Back then, he had smiled and said, "You poor little thing, why are you crying in an alley on Christmas Eve?"

"I am sorry for the marriage of seven years and for our child. I have now suffered the consequences. Turns out Emily never loved me. She just wanted to use me to get what she wanted. I was too foolish and hurt the one who loved me the most." After he finished speaking, a tear fell from the corner of his eye. Having been with him for seven years, I naturally understood his habits. Seeing him like this, I knew he truly regretted what he did. Yet, his current reflection was what I had once longed for. But now it was too late. It was all useless. He weakly pushed himself up from the ground and then took out a credit card from his pocket, handing it to me. "I was severely beaten in Heliaston, and

Thankfully, everything turned out well. I have a bright future and a happy family. Heaven has been kind to me. I love my wife and my daughter. For the rest of my life, I will lead IA, Ivy, and Eternity forward together down a wide, shining road.

But oh, sweet summer will be here With my memories of old. Soon you'll cross the distance, wherever you're from. I just need to hang on for my 7 days to come. I slowed the pace, let the last notes hang in the air, fill the room. 7 days, please come. Silence lingered, and I slowly opened my eyes. Then, the room erupted into applause. God, I loved that rush. Nothing like it. Grinning, I took a quick bow and announced last call.

His kiss wαs rough‚ needy‚ desperαte, everything I didn’t wαnt but somehow still felt deep inside me. "Killiαn‚ stop it! Let me go!" I sobbed‚ pushing αnd hitting his chest. But he didn’t stop. Not until teαrs were fαlling from my eyes αnd my body wαs weαk from struggling. He finαlly pulled bαck‚ pαnting hαrd‚ his eyes blαzing with rαw emotion. "Seven fucking yeαrs‚" he rαsped, his voice hoαrse. "Seven yeαrs without you‚ Liαnα. Do you know whαt thαt did to me? Do you even fucking understαnd?"

I didn't even know which of his promises were real anymore. I lifted my head, gazing at him, and murmured, "It's been seven years. We've been together for seven years." His indifference melted a little. He leaned across the desk and pulled me into a tight hug. "I know you've waited a long time, but right now, the company is at a critical point," he murmured. "I can't get distracted. I need to focus on work. This company is something we worked hard to build. We've come so far. You understand, right?"

"Seven years! Seven years ! Seven years! Seven years..... why is it sounding so familiar?" Why "Seven years " sounds so familiar to him. Then, the realisation hit him. It had been seven years since Zieve had closed himself. It had been seven years since Natalie died. It had been seven years since Zieve had a surgery. It had been seven years since, Zieve stocks lost his childhood and became what he is now. It has been seven years that he is burning day and night in the fire of the loss of his love.

Before that, Susan didn't want to eat, and Caleb had to coax her to eat—Seven failed markings, seven excuses to run to Susan, seven times to abandon me without hesitation. I gave him seven chances, but he didn't have the time to mark me. The last time when Caleb left me, my heart got used to it. I was not as sad as I was the last seven times. Maybe I had long been accustomed to being abandoned alone, or perhaps I had long expected his departure.

My boyfriend never stayed up late, yet he pulled an all-nighter just to watch the sunrise with my best friend. He insisted it was for work and told me to stop overthinking it. Felix Grant and I had been together for seven years, but I never knew where I stood with him. I stuck with him when he had nothing and helped him build his company from scratch. But in all those years, he'd never spent more than a hundred dollars on a gift for me. He said having money didn't mean we should start wasting it. So I limited myself to less than a thousand dollars a month. Then he spent a fortune at an auction on a necklace just to make Gracie smile. My eyes stung with anger. "Lixi, how is this fair?" He fro