Sometimes, things happen. Sometimes Edward leaves and there's nothing left but hallucinations, emptiness, and bad behavior. It's excruciating and epic. And musical.
Nothing To You
Edward:
Well my kind's been around forever
And I claim to be one of the few
And the lost cause of words walks away with my nerves
Cause I’m gay as a choir boy vampire for you
Bella:
You got hair that recalls me of rivers
Runs softly while you I dream of you
But your heart is so cold that it shivers
Cause all that I know is I'm nothing to you
Edward:
And I followed you into the party
That no one invited me to
But alone I made love to sucked blood from my 40
And played make-believe it was you
Bella:
But I watched you forget your steal my belongings
Belongings you've got quite a few I had gotten from you
I filled up your my bags with my longings
And searched through this whole, wide city for you
And we'll walk 'neath the street lamps forever
You'll say you remind me of you
It's so damn cliche that it's clever
It's so fucking false, you think that it's true
Edward:
But I heard that you forgot that you were (a) lover
And lovers you've got one or two
But you can't tell one from the other
Now mama Bella now you’re nothing to you
Both:
And it's down by the riverside (wasting away)
And it's down by the riverside (beating the clay)
And it's down by the riverside (wasting away)
And it's down by the riverside (beating the clay)
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