My Future Billie Eilish Lyrics Novels & Stories

“I used to be so tough Never really gave enough And then you caught my eye Giving me the feeling of a lightning strike. Look at me now, I’m falling I can’t even talk, still stuttering This ground I’m on keep shaking Oh oh oh now! All I wanna be, yeah, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah Is somebody to you All I wanna be, yeah, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah Is somebody to you! Everybody’s tryna be a billionaire But every time I look at you, I’m just don’t care

Andrea was staring at the ceiling thinking when she grabs her phone and play music. Playing: Perfect by Pink Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second-guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing

She found it funny that he would think she was worried about something so trivial. "It's the music," Elsie began to explain in a strained voice. She burst into tears, her voice hoarse, "It's just so sad." Shocked, he cocked his head. "You're crying because of a song?" Placing a hand on her chest, Elsie shut her eyes, the powerful message of the music overwhelming her. "It's just so touching. Her voice and the lyrics. Billie outdid herself with this piece, 'Birds of a Feather.'"

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

He said and turned his phone screen to my face, I saw how I was begging him. He went further with his speech "For the future purpose, that's why I recorded it, the evidence is here to show that you are the one who wanted this not me, mind the door as you leave. I will call you for the next appointment," he said and proceeded with whatever he was doing on his phone. "That's rude of him," Mr. Badmus said after being silent for a while now.

“Everything I did, everything I made happen, was because of you, for you. That’s what my powers were trying to show me… that I had something to fight for, and I had to.” “That doesn’t make sense,” I laugh, but he steals the words with a kiss. “It doesn’t have to. It’s done. We have an entire future to look forward to.” I can’t help myself. “Aren’t you tired of having to look into the future?” “Not this one.”

My future is bright and wide open. I am a winner. And being here with all the people I love is my greatest victory of all. THE END

"I know you misunderstood me. But what happened because of that misunderstanding—it was real." "What's done is done. You can't undo it. The scars in each person's memory don't fade." "That day in Switzerland was so cold that it finally let me let go of the past." "Zane was the one who helped me move on." "Let's just move forward. Nico, Arlo, Rhett." "We had a beautiful childhood. But from now on, I'm going the way I chose. The way I'm looking forward to." "And I hope—the Nico, Arlo, and Rhett from those childhood days—can wish me well."

And as that first tear falls I can feel the first drop of blood flow along my upper thigh. As more tears silently fall down my face, more blood falls down my leg. The words of the song fly through the air and surround me in a cocoon of longing, despair, and desperation. God, I’m so stuck. Why me? Why does it have to be me who he hits? Why does it have to be me he hates when he use to love me so much? I cut. What did I do to deserve his love turning into hate? I cut. What did I do to deserve Tillies’s love turning into hate?

My mother makes three million dollars a month overseas, yet my monthly allowance is only ten dollars. When my father confronts her about it, they nearly get a divorce. My brother, Peter Thorne, takes pity on me and secretly gives me some money. However, he is punished for his actions. Hence, every time I get so hungry that my stomach feels like it's digesting itself, sheer resentment wells in me toward my mother. I hate her for being so ruthless and cruel, for giving birth to me yet being unwilling to take care of me. And then, one day, I receive a video call from myself ten years into the future. I eagerly ask, "How is life for me ten years from now? Did I finally cut off all ties with