Post by Nia on Aug 26, 2007 16:53:22 GMT -5
Okay...well, this is my first attempt at a song fic. Hopefully its good. All songs as of now will be from the Rascal Flatts. They are the only country i listen to (with the exeption of a couple other songs). Hope you like!
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I Feel Bad
He stood there, his arms folded over his chest, his brilliant green eyes staring at the only thing his eyes allowed him to see. He had nothing to say. What was there to say? He had been pushing her away for the past two years. He went to call for her as she spun away but stopped as he watched her red hair spin behind her.
I should be out in that driveway stopping you
Tears should be rolling down my cheek
And I don't know why I'm not falling apart
Like I usually do
And how the thought of losing you's not killing me
I feel bad
That I can stand here strong
Cold as stone, Seems so wrong
I can't explain it
Maybe it's just
I've cried so much
I'm tired and I'm numb Baby I hate it
I feel bad that I don't feel bad
He felt nothing. Not pain, not anger, not love, not hope. No emotion went through his stiff body as he watched her pack her things quietly before him. They fought more often then not and both were tired of it. There was no romance between then any more; just the routine kiss on the cheek in the morning before work, and the almost mechanical snog and shag that had now become normal.
I can let myself be angry over wasted time
And sad about just throwing love away
Yeah I almost wish my heart was breaking
But I cant lie
All I want to do is turn the page
I feel Bad
That I can stand here strong
Cold as stone, Seems so wrong
I can't explain it
Maybe it's just
I've cried so much
I'm tired and I'm numb Baby I hate it
I feel bad
He wanted, he needed to move on. He needed a new life, one that left the past behind and wasn't constantly in front of him. His best friend was dead, and the woman before him reminded it of him everyday, although in looks, not in words. The pain was always there.
That I don't feel bitter, alone
I just feel its time, its time to move on
I just gotta move on and on and on and on
She gave him one last pained look, but his face showed nothing. With a shake of her head, Ginny Weasely walked out of Harry Potter's life...for good.
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I Feel Bad
He stood there, his arms folded over his chest, his brilliant green eyes staring at the only thing his eyes allowed him to see. He had nothing to say. What was there to say? He had been pushing her away for the past two years. He went to call for her as she spun away but stopped as he watched her red hair spin behind her.
I should be out in that driveway stopping you
Tears should be rolling down my cheek
And I don't know why I'm not falling apart
Like I usually do
And how the thought of losing you's not killing me
I feel bad
That I can stand here strong
Cold as stone, Seems so wrong
I can't explain it
Maybe it's just
I've cried so much
I'm tired and I'm numb Baby I hate it
I feel bad that I don't feel bad
He felt nothing. Not pain, not anger, not love, not hope. No emotion went through his stiff body as he watched her pack her things quietly before him. They fought more often then not and both were tired of it. There was no romance between then any more; just the routine kiss on the cheek in the morning before work, and the almost mechanical snog and shag that had now become normal.
I can let myself be angry over wasted time
And sad about just throwing love away
Yeah I almost wish my heart was breaking
But I cant lie
All I want to do is turn the page
I feel Bad
That I can stand here strong
Cold as stone, Seems so wrong
I can't explain it
Maybe it's just
I've cried so much
I'm tired and I'm numb Baby I hate it
I feel bad
He wanted, he needed to move on. He needed a new life, one that left the past behind and wasn't constantly in front of him. His best friend was dead, and the woman before him reminded it of him everyday, although in looks, not in words. The pain was always there.
That I don't feel bitter, alone
I just feel its time, its time to move on
I just gotta move on and on and on and on
She gave him one last pained look, but his face showed nothing. With a shake of her head, Ginny Weasely walked out of Harry Potter's life...for good.
