Think About You Guns N Roses Lyrics Novels & Stories

Every note of my brother's favorite rock song escaped through his well-drawn lips, taking my mind back to that fucking desert the screams, the dust, the blood around the sweaty body inside the uniform the gun in my hands, and when it reached the highest note I felt like a fisherman, sailing on the high seas being attracted by the song of a siren. That everything, everything ends That everything, everything ends "I told you they're good," Tip cut in on my thoughts by filling his glass. I was so engrossed I didn't even realize I'd finished my drink, amidst the lump wrapping around my throat like a snake about to rip the last breath from my lungs. - Who are they? - I managed to pronounce withou

Too broken. ''Rose, look at me.'' Elis cups onto my face before looking straight into my eyes and wiping away the drying tears on my cheeks, leaving traces of hurt and suffer. ''You're strong. You can get through this,'' I cut him off with my non ending tears and my heart breaking pain. All I can think of is death because I find that as my only escape. My only freedom.

There’s something about gunmetal that smells like fear. Not because it’s cold or sharp, but because it holds a story in its weight—of what it’s done, and what it could still do. That’s what I was thinking when Natalia tossed a Glock into my palm like it was nothing more than a hairbrush. “You need to stop flinching,” she said, arms crossed, one brow raised. “Guns are not snakes. They don’t bite unless you make them.”

I growled and returned to the living room, where I played I Could Care Less by DevilDriver on the hi-fi, somehow hoping to hasten her departure from the apartment. "Every time you say my name, my own reflection just burns," came the singer's voice over the speaker, accompanied by drums and a guitar melody that immediately took off. I mentally pushed the thought of Tate and what he was probably doing right now I clenched my jaw, took a good smoke of those great riffs just to be sure, and went back to the bedroom door. I folded my arms across my chest, propped my shoulder against the fur, and looked at the girl who didn't even reach Tate's ankles. Fuck it. I am cursed and will probably die alo

"I don't have anything else better to do. Just got to keep myself busy-" "So that there is no room for thinking.", I completed, slightly surprised because the words slipped automatically without much thought. I could not help but relate. His blazing eyes fell on me while he studied me. I guess I looked lost in thought or was reciprocating his stare by staring in return. That moment was hazy. It was like trying to strip our walls and skin to show each other glimpses of our past but afraid that vulnerability could betray us. Again. "Cause no matter what, your thoughts go back to that time. Memories are not beautiful. They are haunting.", I continued, trying my best to hold my tears.