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DPOV Song: Venus in Furs by The Velvet Underground It was surreal being in that tavern. It reeked of stale ale and sour wine. After I received the news of Rose's death, I spent several nights there trying to drown out anything and everything that reminded me of her. That was until Vasilisa literally slapped me with a hard dose of reason.

Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho A little bit psycho At night she’s screamin’ “I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind” Oh, she’s hot but a psycho So left but she’s right though At night she’s screamin’ “I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind” “YAAASSS Queen! Same!” I shouted over the infectious track, getting lost in my fun as I kept driving. As long as I was listening to music, I wouldn’t have the headspace to think about what I was doing. My phone started blowing up, and I waited until I pulled to a complete stop at a red light to check who was messaging me.

Valerio found her there, standing in silence. "I didn't know you played." "I don't," she said, a little short of breath. "But something about this room needs music." He sat down beside her. His hand encased hers. "You bring to this place what it's always lacked." "Hope?" she asked, all but challenging him. He rejected it. "Redemption." They did not kiss. Yet. But they sat together, hands clasped between broken keys, surrounded by the ghosts of everything that had made him monstrous.

He can't believe he accidentally killed his entire family on a single day. I see red, red, oh red, oh A gun to your head, head, to your head, oh Executioner style, and there won't be no trial Don't you know that you're better off dead All I see is red, red, oh red Now all I see is red, red

she starts singing, wishes for sin. can all we see, all the things we hide behind your smile. I could never hope to see you said. when I put I spell on your soul, it was the untold told tail. feel the soul feel the light feel my hands. boy, you, were such a lost soul, your was alone. don't lie you want to say something, you think you should get close. wanna have a taste, are you curious about red leaves, don't be such a jerk.

Chelsea Red sang, "Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know, She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home, I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets, To carry love, to carry children of our own, We are still kids, but we're so in love, Fighting against all odds, I know we'll be alright this time, Darling, just hold my hand, Be my girl, I'll be your man, I see my future in your eyes."

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I turn the radio on and Ava’s sweet but psycho fills the car and me and ly sing along. Oh, she's sweet but a psycho A little bit psycho At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" She'll make you curse, but she a blessing She'll rip your shirt within a second You'll be coming back, back for seconds With your plate, you just can't help it

I cleared my throat, and I tried to sing soulfully as I can. VERSE 1 They tell me that I'm complicated Psycho has been overstated I want this to end Telling my ego is massive Always being passive I want this to end They tell me I'm not worth it Just worthy for being weird I want this to end Wishing for the time to come All these things would overcome With somebody else (PRE-CHORUS) They really don’t know me, all things about me All the pieces that I've been trying to find They really don’t know me, all things about me

The note read: 'Good morning sweet cheeks... Sorry, I'm leaving so early. I have an important meeting to get to but trust me, we will see each other very soon. I'm sorry about last night. I'd like a do-over. Until then, S. Wilde P.S. You're my mate.' My brain kept repeating those last words that were mentioned out of nowhere. P.S. You're my mate. They echoed in my head, dulling everything out. There was a throbbing pain that set in; it felt like someone took a metal baseball bat and began rapidly bashing my head in, leaving me no recovery period in between blows.