Crying In The Club Lyrics Novels & Stories

Relationships sucks. "Elena…" I looked up with tears in my eyes. It's the guy. Chris. I wiped my tears and tried to stand up but stumbled then he gave me a hand to stand. "I can see that your confession didn't end up well." I looked at him and said, "Let go of my hand." He took his hand from mine and said, "Sorry." I made my way out of the club and came out of the club. I got in a cab and went to my place. I entered the house and dropped on the bed while crying my eyes out.

She paused her singing for a moment to suck in and exhale a deep breathe of air “…I’ve never been the kind to ever let my feelings show….and I thought that bein’ strong meant never losin’ your self-control….but I’m just drunk enough to let go of my pain…to hell with my pride, let it fall like rain…from my eyes..Tonight I want to cry…would it help if I turned a sad song on?….”All By Myself” would sure hit me hard now that you’re gone….or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters…it’s gonna hurt bad before it gets better…but I’ll never get over you by hidin’ this way….”

He wheezed continuously, a hand was held to his chest, his face squeezed tight In pain. Fuck. "Dad! " I called out in urgency this time. I supported his dead weight as I called out for help. * * Drunken bodies swayed to the blaring loud music. A naked woman danced erotically against the pole. Everyone here was bound to get wasted. I sat in my specially reserved spot ,from up here I could see everything going on around the club. It's been long since I fucking came here.. I needed this little break...i need to be away from everything for a while.

Somethin' 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

Lucy’s POV The music at the club kept throbbing deep in my chest, connecting with the burn of tequila sliding down my throat for what was definitely my fourth shot. The club lights blurred everything into a hazy glow, and my girls were in full swing around our sticky high-top, laughing loud enough to drown out the music. Maya raised her glass with that wild grin of hers, her curls spilling everywhere. “To shitty exes...may they choke on their regret and stay the hell out of our DMs.”

the other one sneered. “Nope.” I cracked my neck. “I got something better. I’ve got a reason.” The air thickened. One of them clicked his earpiece, muttering something I couldn’t catch. But then… they stepped aside. I walked in. --- The club hit me like a freight train of sin. The bass was thunder, rolling through my ribs. Bodies twisted under smoke and strobe lights. A half-naked dancer slid around a chrome pole like she was born wrapped in metal, while the crowd hooted like animals in heat.

But I did not give them the satisfaction of a response as I grabbed my purse and walked out of the bedroom, my legs moving on autopilot as I stepped into the cold, unforgiving street. It was finally over, I was free. But there was a knot in my chest that made me drop to my knees and cry like a little child. When I was done crying and bawling my eyes out like a hungry baby, I stood and made my way to the club. I needed a strong drink, and maybe a conversation with a random person to remind myself that I was still wanted. The neon sign of the club flickered in the distance like a faint beacon in the darkness. I headed for the entrance with my thoughts, a tangled mess of hurt, anger and despair

Another one says, and he forcefully grabs me by the waist, turning me around to face him. Oh, dear! This Delgado guy? He even has the nerve to smirk at me? I am now trembling. What do I do? Everybody is shocked, including the girls, but nobody is coming to my rescue. "O..K.a..y." I say, trying to push him away, but he presses himself hard on me. I am even finding it hard to breathe. "I will sing. So can you all go sit down, please?" I plead, but all I get from these lunatics is an annoying outburst of laughter. It's all noisy in the club. There are about ten mad men surrounding me, while the rest are watching, standing, murmuring, and whispering to each other.

'Happy Breakup', 'I've Been Quiet', 'Falling Rain', and even 'Orbiting'. "How can I hide my sorrows, to the place where I lost you... Even when I close my eyes, I can still see you leaving... I am stunned, I'll forget about you, I'm waiting for the day, when someone will replace you... The tears in my heart have blurred the world..." She sang and cried until there were no tears left and she could no longer sing. She lowered her head and clenched her fists, her shoulders trembling. The door was pushed open.

I CAN'T HEAR YOUR HEARTBEAT, THE PAIN IS SO GREAT THAT I CAN'T CRY I WOULD LIKE TO CRY BUT I CAN'T CRY ANYMORE I LOVED HIM SO MUCH AND HE LEFT NEVER TO RETURN. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zxnfmFsqPo ) END.