Ask Myself What Am I Doing Here Lyrics Novels & Stories

To say I'm proud of being a match maker for others is an understatement of the year, I'm much more than proud— setting people up and making old lovers rekindle is my forte' and I swear by it. Something in my mind scoffs at me and I frown. Here you are, Emily. Making everyone else around you happy with love but you can't even do that for yourself? Remind me how pathetic you are again? Very pathetic. I shake my head and swallow hard. There's rows of shots lined up in front of me, small glasses filled with all sorts of colors. They're just waiting for me to drink them. I start downing everyone of them, trying my hardest to ignore the burning sensation it leaves down my throat.

I screamed I am right here, but it was only heard in my mind. I felt tears fill my eyes, and I watched as Eric wiped a tear that was falling down my cheek. I am still here Eric. Trust me to return, I am still here, I kept repeating to myself. Eric stood and started to move away from me. I put every effort into moving my fingers. I felt them move, but Eric had already turned away.

"What do you think? You killed my child and tried to kill me. Do you really think that I would make things up with you? "Michael, do you think I'm some kind of woman that you can trample on time and time again? Do you think that I'll never abandon you? Please move aside and don't block my path!" However, the more I said, the less he seemed to understand. He stood in front of me with a conflicted look. He was about to speak when someone shouted from among the crowd, "Someone is about to jump into the sea!" "Mr. Yates, Naomi is about to jump into the sea!"

Too many scars beneath the surface. I lift a hand, and she lifts hers too. We mirror each other, but we’re not the same. My lips part. And in the quiet of the room, with no one left to pretend for, I ask the only question that matters. “…Who am I?”

Truly alone. "What the heck have we done?" I ask. But there is no voice to answer me.

Something' feels broke, need to fix it I cry out for help, do they listen? I'ma be alone until it's finished This is the part where I tell you I'm fine, but I'm lyin' I just don't want you to worry This is the part where I take all my feelings and hide 'em 'Cause I don't want nobody to hurt me I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh, well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail

And when she thought that she was far from Gia’s place a while back, she stopped while catching her breath. And when she checked, she was actually near the sliding door going to the garden. She put her one hand on chest specifically where the heart is while still catching her breath. “Oh! God! That was so tiring.” She said, talking to herself. “And why are you running?” Asked that voice behind her. Whoever owned that voice might have come from the garden. “Because Gia told me that Syke was there.” She replied, still catching her breath. “Are you trying to avoid me?”

“There’s no more fear inside….. I threw my heart in the Fire I’ve never fallen from higher But I’m still here ……” (Please Note: These lyrics belong to the song I’m Still Here – (by Jem and the Holograms Soundtrack) I finish my song, suddenly the sound of people applauding reach my ears, breaking me from my state of euphoria… After talking to a few people afterwards, I begin to pack up my things. I’m crouching down, busy putting my guitar in its case, when I suddenly still, a familiar scent hitting me…

I’ll start trying again when I have enough sugar in my system. “What the hell are you doing here all alone?” Hunter hissed from behind me. I frowned as I turned around to face him. What is his problem? Maybe he’s low on sugar too… I can share my jelly beans with him… That might make him feel better… Wait… “What are you doing here?” I asked him. He was silent and I could practically see his struggle in his eyes as he tried to come up with an excuse. “Grocery shopping.” He finally replied.

"But this is the only place I know where to find you." I went quiet for a moment and let the music do the work. "Ask me something else," I said. He was quiet for a beat. "Did you feel anything? That night?" I tilted my head back slightly. "That is a dangerous question." "I know," he said. "Answer it anyway." I stayed with the music for another few bars. In the low light with his voice low and even behind me it was too easy to forget which version of myself I was supposed to be right now.