Scared Of My Own Image Song นิยาย & เรื่องราว

'Cause I've been by myself all night long Hoping you're someone I used to know You look like a movie You sound like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young Let me photograph you in this light In case it is the last time That we might be exactly like we were Before we realized We were sad of getting old It made us restless It was just like a movie It was just like a song I was so scared to face my fears Nobody told me that you'd be here And I swear you moved overseas That's what you said, when you left me I felt real, the feeling back when we're young. The memories we made together were coming back. Her magical voice was bringing me to the past. You still look like a movie You st

Without you, I'm just a sad song. I'm just a sad song. With you I fall. It's like I'm leaving all my past in silhouettes upon the wall. With you I'm a beautiful mess. It's like we're standing hand in hand with all our fears upon the edge. So stop time right here in the moonlight, 'Cause I don't ever wanna close my eyes. Without you, I feel broke. Like I'm half of a whole. Without you, I've got no hand to hold.

I refuse to sing alone, especially since it's embarassing that the whole school heard me sing. Somehow, little moments like these are really fun. They're outside of my comfort zone, but it's not like I don't want to do them. It's just, I'm scared that happy moments like these will just be fleeting memories. Anytime, Crimson, White, or Scarlet can lose their colors, and I'll be back to square one again. I'm scared, but at the same time, I want to be happy too. Just this once, I'll be selfish.

"I'm scared." Scared to do something I shouldn't do. Scared of what was happening. Scared of what I was thinking. "Of what?" "Never being good enough. I always hurt people. I don't want to do it." Breathing was becoming harder. People say when you couldn't breathe, you needed an oxygen mask, but what about them who stayed closed up in their room and hide it everything? How did they breathe? How did they get through it? Why was only one sentence enough to make me so sad? "I don't know why I'm calling and disturbing you."

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream, dream, dream. My knees shake as I stand up from the couch. Oh no, this is not right. I look around me. What the fuck is going on? I start to run but I don’t see the door. Oh man, where is the fuckin’ door? I can’t find the exit. The music continues to play and it’s not funny. This old tuned song scares the hell out of me and makes me panic. ’I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, anytime night or day.’

I am scared, that I might get lost. My only fear is that I might not find my way, Back to you. And I am afraid even if I find you, You wouldn’t take me back.

And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me" I can't help this awful energy God damn right, you should be scared of me Who is in control? I paced around for hours on empty I jumped at the slightest of sounds And I couldn't stand the person inside me I turned all the mirrors around - Control - Halsey I closed my eyes forcefully wishing that somehow everything would turn into just another strange nightmare, even fighting these different sensations caused by being in the arms of a monster.

Hailey The pieces of my heart—so carefully held together, so desperately collected—trembled. They quivered, beating fast, erratically, as the fear of shattering into nothing but dust coiled around them, squeezing tighter with every passing second. I held my breath. Struggled to maintain an expression—any expression—that wasn’t pure, unfiltered dread. And I hated myself for it. Hated how I felt this fear. Hated how close I was to begging him to look at me, to speak, to say something that would make this not real.

He rips his shirt off and throws it away. 'Wh—Why—What are you doing?' I wanted to smack myself for stuttering. I hate the meekness in my voice. I sound like a frightened duck, quack-quacking its way in the pond. Ibhaan doesn't answer. His strides are predatory. Fury dances above his head in three-dimensional lights. He is possessed. He looks so scary that I doubt he ever heard anything. My back hits something. It puts the slow yet scary movement to a halt. A sideways glance accompanied by a hysterical whimper makes the presence of a wall known. I am trapped.

He was watching me, waiting. I took a shaky breath. “They… they tore my clothes.” The memory of the fabric ripping made me flinch. “And they… they filmed me.” I finally turned to face him, my eyes pleading for him to understand the depth of my terror. “I’m so afraid, Damon. What if that video gets leaked? What if everyone sees…?” I couldn’t finish the sentence. The humiliation felt like a physical weight, crushing me.