Insanity Why Are You My Clarity Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Each smile that you make, touches my heart The thoughts of you linger in me, As I close my eyes because I don’t want to see you go Asking myself, How can you hurt me so? The laughter and kisses that we shared… Is now shattered into pieces How could you do this to me? You left me nothing but my insanity”

My heart beat abnormally, causing me to lose control. "Are the stars out tonight? (sha bop sha bop) I don't know if it's cloudy or bright (sha bop sha bop) I only have eyes for you, dear (Sha bop sha bop) The moon may be high (Sha bop sha bop).." Oh God, the lyrics were fucking wrecking my made-up mind. It's like taking me to a different dimension of the universe. "But I can't see (sha bop sha bop) a thing in the sky. I only have eyes for you

I whisper. “I require verbal confirmation.” The figure’s gaze sharpens slightly, interest piqued. They’re enjoying this. I can feel it. “Why?” I ask. “Because clarity improves decision-making.” I laugh bitterly. “Of course it does.” The energy around me flickers again. Unstable. But stronger. “Fine,” I say, my voice shaking now despite everything. “You want clarity?” He says nothing. Just watches. Waiting. Always waiting. “You’re the one I chose,” I say.

My best friend’s words were a slap of reality. Hall knew me. He had learned what my buttons were, what set me off, and why. I cursed under my breath at the situation. I had been so foolish to give in to anger and fear; I had let his madness hit me right where he could control me. And that made me furious. I looked at Claris, and she smiled. “I need a favor from you,” I said, and she nodded. Claris listened without comment. “Are you sure you want to do that?” she asked with concern.

Linda defended me. “All I am saying is that she must think more before speaking.” “Can we change the subject?” my best friend offered, knowing what I might be thinking. “Yeah, let’s listen to some music and stop talking!” I commanded, then played The sound of madness by Shinedown, humming the words with the singer. “They don't know, where we've been We got that concrete street skin The only way I'm leavin' is dead That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head”

“You drugged me.” “Yes.” No denial. Just yes. “And had someone…” I didn’t finish the sentence. I didn’t need to. “Yes,” he said again. That was it. That was the moment something snapped into place. Clarity. Sharp. Clean. Dangerous clarity. I stood up slowly. My eyes stayed on him the entire time. “Guy…” I said, my voice low now, steady in a way that usually means I’m already ten steps ahead of whatever comes next. “You are sick in the head.”

I turned the volume louder so I can hear it clearly and sing. “Tell me why I get this feeling that you really wanna turn me on, tell me why I get this feeling that you really wanna make me yours. Haa… aa… aa… Cause I see you tryin’ subliminally tryin’ to see if I’m gon’ be the one that’s in your arms. I admit it’s exciting, parts of me kinda like it but before I lead you on. Tell me what’s your-” I sang inside the car and vibing, before a woman pounding the car’s door.

"Probably." I motioned for Jaicz to start, and she nodded at me. Rolling In The Deep There's a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out of the dark Finally, I can see you crystal clear I looked at a man in the corner who’s very familiar to me, I also immediately averted my gaze because I had to focus on playing and singing. Go 'head and sell me out and I'll lay your shit bare See how I leave with every piece of you

#songs #JessGlynne #Takemehome #EdSheeran #Bloodstream Clara My Brother always said; I should give all problems, situations and phases time to sort themselves out. Through patience you gain understanding and in time you will understand why you had to go through it. I never really got what he meant until I got married and had two kids.

Try to concentrate but being attracted by the melody of the different timbre I feel a heat burning inside when listening to her, wanting to open my eyes to see if she is as beautiful as her voice, being overcome by tiredness. " don't know who you are, but wake up anh, I've done a great job for you to deliver the points like this, I've been told who you are, that friend of yours is a pain in the ass even. You're a crime dear, beautiful, and dangerous." - And such a contagious laugh filled the silence and the loneliness I felt reaffirming the desire to open my eyes to see her "Look well, I have to go" - The feeling of closeness is gone I heard the door slam, managing to open my eyes with a dry