Post by Raminta on Jan 6, 2005 4:20:25 GMT
Raminta had decided to stroll around the castle and see what she could find. Soon enough she stumbled upson the large doors that led to the beautiful Dance Hall that lay on other side.
She wore her usual and favorite outfit of late which consisted of, a tight scoop neck black top that was tight in the right places, a cheerleader style skirt which was a maroon red colour with a black and white stripe trim and knee high black boots that made her longer slender legs seem even longer.
She pushed the doors open and looked around the large room in awe. She soon got that all to familiar feeling and begun to sing her favorite song, Missing by Evanescence, as she strolled around.
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"
You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
I breathe deep and cry out,
"Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?"
And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
I'll wake without you there,
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something...
She paid no attention to if anyone entered the room or to how bad her singing may be. But instead kept walking around the room singing to herself and known again throwing in a little dance step or hand movements as if playing the piano.
She wore her usual and favorite outfit of late which consisted of, a tight scoop neck black top that was tight in the right places, a cheerleader style skirt which was a maroon red colour with a black and white stripe trim and knee high black boots that made her longer slender legs seem even longer.
She pushed the doors open and looked around the large room in awe. She soon got that all to familiar feeling and begun to sing her favorite song, Missing by Evanescence, as she strolled around.
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"
You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
I breathe deep and cry out,
"Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?"
And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
I'll wake without you there,
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something...
She paid no attention to if anyone entered the room or to how bad her singing may be. But instead kept walking around the room singing to herself and known again throwing in a little dance step or hand movements as if playing the piano.