Rotten To The Core Song Lyrics Novels & Stories

When I got in the car, the driver had the radio on. "You don't mind if I have music on, do you?" "No. I could use the distraction." The radio host was speaking for a while. He wrapped up the topic he was on and said they would go back to the music. Adam Levine's voice began to sing: If I got locked away, And we lost it all today, Tell me honestly, Would you still love me the same? If I showed you my flaws, If I couldn't be strong, Tell me honestly, Would you still love me the same?

He was a man made of excuses and regret. “You know what’s funny?” I said softly. “You broke us. All of us. And you still think being sorry makes it better.” He didn’t respond. Just looked down at his trembling hands. The song in the background changed again, this time to something older — ‘The Night We Met by Lord Huron’. The opening chords felt like a knife twisting inside me. I stood up slowly. My chair scraped loudly against the floor.

“You do not like drinking.” “No,” I replied flatly. He smiled. “I can help with that.” I did not smile back. I stepped closer to Yssa and whispered. “He is staring again.” She glanced at him then back at me. “He is harmless.” I did not believe her. Another song started and this one was even worst than the last, which made me wonder why so people even listen to music that sound this horrible. Bob pulled Yssa toward the dance floor. “Come on.”

‘Well fuck me, she left’ I thought as I turned to go back to the packhouse. I swiped my hand down my face, that did not go as planned. I had only taken a few steps when I heard someone singing. I didn’t see anyone, so I followed the melody: “Out of the ruins, Out from the wreckage, Can’t make the same mistake this time. We are the children, The last generation, We are the ones they left behind. And I wonder when things are ever gonna change, Living in fear, ‘til nothing else remains. We don’t need another Hero, We don’t need to the way home…” the words to ‘We don’t need another hero’ by Tina Turner floated through the air.

The crowd quieted and Kaceyton began singing in a deep, gravelly voice DMX would have been proud of. You wanna crawl in my cave I take you on You can scuffle in my tunnel And I’ll send you home Was it me or were these lyrics somewhat suggestive? You wanna stick it in my face I’ll break it off One left, one right I bust you in half ‘Cause my fists so fast they go The trolls responded: BADA BOOM BOOM And my hips so fast they go Again the trolls joined in: ZOOM ZOOM ZOOM When shit is getting heavy Like it weighs a ton

The one song that tied us together. But only love can break your heart Try to be sure right from the start Yes, only love can break your heart What if your world should fall apart? Still thundering down the open road, the sun finally setting behind us Rocco gripped my hand tightly and kissed it. "Shall I turn it off?" "I think it's our song now whether we like it or not." "You are a softie deep down, our song?" He looked back at me with a grin, "don't tell anyone though or I'll have to tell them all my other tales."

“Go on, Go on and break my heart. Go on, Go on and break my heart. Reject me, Plunge your sword into my broken heart.” My arms now outstretched looking to the sky exposing my heart and my throat as I continued to spin and stomp. “Go on, Go on and break my heart. Go on, Go on and break my heart. Oh lord, you kill me with your disappointment. Just one kiss before I die.” Our bodies sway and shimmy. We all fall to the floor as the song closes.

That same moment he sang a heart warming song for Nova and his newborn junior. I don't care if it hurts, tie me up So I can't run away Grab me tightly and shake me So I can't snap out of it Kiss me on the lips lips Our own little secret I wanna be addicted to your prison So I can't serve anyone that's not you. Peaches and cream Sweeter than sweet Chocolate cheeks And chocolate wings Miss Nova backed him up. With her heart warming voice Kiss me, I don't care if it hurts, Hurry and choke me

"And what if we can't?" "We will," he assured me. "We have to." Later that evening as I settled on the couch in my living room, I lowered my head into my hands. At the same time I offered up a low groan. As I’d been driving home, Bruno Mars’s song, Grenade, came on the radio and I couldn’t get the words of the song out of my head. They echoed everything I felt. And no matter how much the deceiving, low-down, dirty rotten bastard had almost destroyed me by hiding what he’d done, I knew, damn his worthless, beautiful hide, I hadn’t meant one single ugly word I'd spoken out loud or within my mind.

I raised the mic, closed my eyes, breathed deeply… And I sang: 🎵 “I wanna come home to roses…” The line cracked like lightning in a stormy sky. Pure. Raw. Crystalline. The cheers blurred into silence. 🎵 “And dirty little notes on post-its…”🎵 🎵 “And when my hair starts turning gray…”🎵 🎵 “He’ll say I’m like a fine wine, better with age…” 🎵 My voice trembled, but didn’t falter. The room fell into a hush so deep, even the air stilled.