I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
"I understand that you have this freakish urge to ‘fix’ things. But the more you stick your neck out, the more target the executioner has. Life is no fairy tale, you aren’t going to get a princess, you’re not going to live happily ever after, and the justice system will be how it is, because that’s how the people who can change it want it. If you don’t stop being a wishy-washy p***y, you’ll get killed. I’m not talking figuratively. I’m talking being cornered in a dark alleyway by a couple of guys with knives."
“Get this fairy tale out of your head, Justice, because if you don’t, you won’t live to regret it.”
I’m just out to find
The better part of me
"I-I don't think you're moralless or psychotic. People who hurt like that and want others to be around them just need a push in the right direction and a friend who can help them get by. Even if it's hard every day finding friends leave and things happening that you don't or can't understand it doesn't mean that's the way it is or in any way that you deserve it. Thinking that it's your fault is not only selfish for those who do care about you but ultimately just hurts you and the people who care for you too....sometimes you have to turn around and look at them and realize they may be going through equally hard things, look and find that you're really not alone. Not everyone can be perfect and not everyone knows just what to do but at the end of the day you'll find a lot more people care than you might've thought, Miss..."
I’m more than a bird...I’m more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
"You know...you don't have to lie. I know you're life is hell and falling apart to the point you can't take. You go every day going through this pain over and over and no one ever helps and everyone who ever does ends up leaving you or dead. They look you in the eye and ask "Ema, what's wrong" and you force yourself to smile and stay strong and keep going every day. Day after day after day with no stop, nothing, no in between and no hope. So they won't be killed or be the one killing and so you won't ever have to be close just to be destroyed again."
It’s not easy to be me
She knew what his reaction would be. She knew. But she had to answer him.
******** it. ******** it all.
She doesn't look at him, she turns to the floor instead, hoping it would swallow her before she finished speaking.
"I...like you. In more than just a friend way. And you won't like me back and it kills me inside."
I Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
"I care for you a lot more than I seem to let on, Ms. Skye....and I imagine if anyone would try and hurt you I would do everything in my power to keep you safe...Ms. Skye, I'm glad I met you. And even more, that you would take care of Kyre, been with me. I'm a psychopath and a murderer, I understand that...in all honest I don't deserve those feelings you have. Not at all."
"But....I'm...sorry. I'm already in love with a man. Someone who, despite anything...I don't think I will ever break free from...I'm....so sorry, Ema."
Find a way to lie
About a home I’ll never see
She had to. It wasn't like she had a choice. She needed to put this brave face on, she had to show everybody that she was alright. She had to smile for everybody and let them think that she was fine. Because she was fine. Really.
It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
Klavier watches as Ema collapses at the impact. Staring down at the woman coldly from behind his shades, he lifts the guitar again and hits her while she's down. The thump of the instrument against flesh is almost sickening to those listening as he simply just keeps beating her. Over and over again he hit the poor woman with the guitar, not looking like he'd stop anytime soon.
I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It’s not easy to be me
"I went to Klavier right away. He was bleeding...so much. I always laughed, when they talk about how much people bleed. But there was so much blood. So much blood! I took off his jacket, his shirt, put neosporin on them. Tried to stop the bleeding. But it didn't stop. I took off my own shirt to stop it. But it didn't stop. April found me towels, and I tried to stop it. BUT IT DIDN'T STOP. IT DIDN'T STOP."
Up, up and away...away from me
It’s all right...You can all sleep sound tonight
She hadn't slept in days. Because sleep was the enemy. She saw it when she slept. She lived the whole nightmare over and over again. She saw him dying, saw him die in her arms, felt his body being stabbed. She would wake up screaming. And then when she fell back asleep, she was right back where she left off. She heard her screams, and she didn't know if they were memories, or if she was actually screaming.
I’m not crazy...or anything…
"Congratulations, Kaoru, I think you must've bugged me, or something, because everything you've said I've freely admitted. I am an alcoholic drug dealing scumbag. I am, it's true. I'm not going to lie. It's nothing to be proud of, but it's what I am. Of course I'm a disgrace. I bludgeon people half to death for almost any reason. In general, I'm a horrible person."
"But I know that."
I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
"I guess I'm not the kind of person destined to have love. I have friends and family, people who care more than I deserve. But I can't have love. Karma, maybe. But that's okay. I don't need it. I'll always love you, but everybody else I love will only suffer. But that's okay. I don't need love. I don't deserve love. I'll stop trying. I'll stop being foolish and thinking that there is a special person out there for me."
Men weren’t meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
"I like drinking, because it's kind of like dying. Each time I get so drunk I can barely comprehend myself, I get this darkness, that's like dying. There's a beautiful blankness to it, and for a moment, you can forget. You can forget everything."
I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
She felt alone right then, huddled in that corner, hugging her bag for lack of better things to hug. She must have looked so pathetic, such a miserable figure, and she felt like it. She felt like a broken toy that people would try to fix, only to see it brake even more spectacularly, and everyone had finally gotten tired of trying to put her together, and had finally abandoned her, left her to collect dust and figure out what to do with herself.
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
“Ema, haven’t you ever thought that there might be a chance of making things better? Maybe if everybody who was sick of this corrupt and messed up justice system banded together, we could fix it. Have you ever thought that maybe it’s not normal for the courts to be this…messed up? For, oh, I don’t know, people to be judged by whether they actually are guilty or not, not if they can bribe enough to get off. Maybe for the jails to be filled with the guilty, not the unlucky who got in the way of the court system?"
It’s not easy to be me.
"I...At least I still have you, huh Toph?"
She started laughing, nearly bending over doubled, her hands wrapped around her stomach as the grotesque imitation of laughter echoed throughout the small hospital room.
"I can't have any friends, I can't have anyone to love, but I still get the one man I can't have! Isn't it funny, Toph? The only one in the world I can trust is the psychotic murderer who broke my heart! How ironic, huh?"
I’m not that naive
"I understand that you have this freakish urge to ‘fix’ things. But the more you stick your neck out, the more target the executioner has. Life is no fairy tale, you aren’t going to get a princess, you’re not going to live happily ever after, and the justice system will be how it is, because that’s how the people who can change it want it. If you don’t stop being a wishy-washy p***y, you’ll get killed. I’m not talking figuratively. I’m talking being cornered in a dark alleyway by a couple of guys with knives."
“Get this fairy tale out of your head, Justice, because if you don’t, you won’t live to regret it.”
I’m just out to find
The better part of me
"I-I don't think you're moralless or psychotic. People who hurt like that and want others to be around them just need a push in the right direction and a friend who can help them get by. Even if it's hard every day finding friends leave and things happening that you don't or can't understand it doesn't mean that's the way it is or in any way that you deserve it. Thinking that it's your fault is not only selfish for those who do care about you but ultimately just hurts you and the people who care for you too....sometimes you have to turn around and look at them and realize they may be going through equally hard things, look and find that you're really not alone. Not everyone can be perfect and not everyone knows just what to do but at the end of the day you'll find a lot more people care than you might've thought, Miss..."
I’m more than a bird...I’m more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
"You know...you don't have to lie. I know you're life is hell and falling apart to the point you can't take. You go every day going through this pain over and over and no one ever helps and everyone who ever does ends up leaving you or dead. They look you in the eye and ask "Ema, what's wrong" and you force yourself to smile and stay strong and keep going every day. Day after day after day with no stop, nothing, no in between and no hope. So they won't be killed or be the one killing and so you won't ever have to be close just to be destroyed again."
It’s not easy to be me
She knew what his reaction would be. She knew. But she had to answer him.
******** it. ******** it all.
She doesn't look at him, she turns to the floor instead, hoping it would swallow her before she finished speaking.
"I...like you. In more than just a friend way. And you won't like me back and it kills me inside."
I Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
"I care for you a lot more than I seem to let on, Ms. Skye....and I imagine if anyone would try and hurt you I would do everything in my power to keep you safe...Ms. Skye, I'm glad I met you. And even more, that you would take care of Kyre, been with me. I'm a psychopath and a murderer, I understand that...in all honest I don't deserve those feelings you have. Not at all."
"But....I'm...sorry. I'm already in love with a man. Someone who, despite anything...I don't think I will ever break free from...I'm....so sorry, Ema."
Find a way to lie
About a home I’ll never see
She had to. It wasn't like she had a choice. She needed to put this brave face on, she had to show everybody that she was alright. She had to smile for everybody and let them think that she was fine. Because she was fine. Really.
It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
Klavier watches as Ema collapses at the impact. Staring down at the woman coldly from behind his shades, he lifts the guitar again and hits her while she's down. The thump of the instrument against flesh is almost sickening to those listening as he simply just keeps beating her. Over and over again he hit the poor woman with the guitar, not looking like he'd stop anytime soon.
I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It’s not easy to be me
"I went to Klavier right away. He was bleeding...so much. I always laughed, when they talk about how much people bleed. But there was so much blood. So much blood! I took off his jacket, his shirt, put neosporin on them. Tried to stop the bleeding. But it didn't stop. I took off my own shirt to stop it. But it didn't stop. April found me towels, and I tried to stop it. BUT IT DIDN'T STOP. IT DIDN'T STOP."
Up, up and away...away from me
It’s all right...You can all sleep sound tonight
She hadn't slept in days. Because sleep was the enemy. She saw it when she slept. She lived the whole nightmare over and over again. She saw him dying, saw him die in her arms, felt his body being stabbed. She would wake up screaming. And then when she fell back asleep, she was right back where she left off. She heard her screams, and she didn't know if they were memories, or if she was actually screaming.
I’m not crazy...or anything…
"Congratulations, Kaoru, I think you must've bugged me, or something, because everything you've said I've freely admitted. I am an alcoholic drug dealing scumbag. I am, it's true. I'm not going to lie. It's nothing to be proud of, but it's what I am. Of course I'm a disgrace. I bludgeon people half to death for almost any reason. In general, I'm a horrible person."
"But I know that."
I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
"I guess I'm not the kind of person destined to have love. I have friends and family, people who care more than I deserve. But I can't have love. Karma, maybe. But that's okay. I don't need it. I'll always love you, but everybody else I love will only suffer. But that's okay. I don't need love. I don't deserve love. I'll stop trying. I'll stop being foolish and thinking that there is a special person out there for me."
Men weren’t meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
"I like drinking, because it's kind of like dying. Each time I get so drunk I can barely comprehend myself, I get this darkness, that's like dying. There's a beautiful blankness to it, and for a moment, you can forget. You can forget everything."
I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
She felt alone right then, huddled in that corner, hugging her bag for lack of better things to hug. She must have looked so pathetic, such a miserable figure, and she felt like it. She felt like a broken toy that people would try to fix, only to see it brake even more spectacularly, and everyone had finally gotten tired of trying to put her together, and had finally abandoned her, left her to collect dust and figure out what to do with herself.
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
“Ema, haven’t you ever thought that there might be a chance of making things better? Maybe if everybody who was sick of this corrupt and messed up justice system banded together, we could fix it. Have you ever thought that maybe it’s not normal for the courts to be this…messed up? For, oh, I don’t know, people to be judged by whether they actually are guilty or not, not if they can bribe enough to get off. Maybe for the jails to be filled with the guilty, not the unlucky who got in the way of the court system?"
It’s not easy to be me.
"I...At least I still have you, huh Toph?"
She started laughing, nearly bending over doubled, her hands wrapped around her stomach as the grotesque imitation of laughter echoed throughout the small hospital room.
"I can't have any friends, I can't have anyone to love, but I still get the one man I can't have! Isn't it funny, Toph? The only one in the world I can trust is the psychotic murderer who broke my heart! How ironic, huh?"
