My alarm went off telling me that my nightmare aka combat training with Dimitri was about to begin in a half hour. Although I wanted to go back to sleep like any other normal person in the neighborhood, I came out of bed, dressed and went downstairs to eat something light. I knew the consequences if I wasn’t on time, Dimitri would give me one hell of an culo whooping training and I would be the one who would get the post punches. Dimitri was one of my father’s best fighters and God knows how many battles he’d won, the guy was fast as hell. I could only guess what kind of training he would have planned for today, each time it was something else and each time I was the one who landed on their culo o another part of my body. With that in mind I closed the door behind me and followed Dimitri’s scent to a small forest where nobody could see nor hear us. He leaned against a albero not a single movement to detect from him, but I know he’d heard me coming, those eyes of his saw everything. Even if he didn’t see me he would be able to smell o hear me coming, those senses were enhanced because of the creature he is. “Morning princess, ready for your training?” he pushed himself from the albero bark so he could look at me. I knew that he hadn’t asked a question, there was no ‘if’ o ‘maybe’ with him. “So what kind of training do te have planned for me today? I know it’s one where my culo gets to be the first one to make contact with the ground, so spill” he looked amused “Well how does running and fighting off your opponent sound?” I knew that I was in trouble, but I couldn’t say no to the idea that maybe just maybe, today would be my change to win from him. But then again I was talking about Dimitri, a very skilled fighter, so much for wishful thinking. At first it seemed that I was outrunning him, but he wanted me to think that, the moment my attention wavered he got me and I fell flat onto my back. “Don’t get to confidante! Come on let’s do that again” the training was repeated a few times more; in the end I Lost track of all the times I hit the ground. “When was the last time te fed?” I knew he wasn’t talking about normal food. “When I was at dad’s” he looked worried at my answer “you know what can happen if te don’t feed on time, don’t you?” My body was sore from the whole training and I hated when he, my mom o my dad brought up the topic. “I’m doing fine Dimitri, so can we just skip it!” He raised his hands up in surrender “as te wish, I’ll be keeping an eye on te so please, do behave!” I gave him my most innocent simile “wouldn’t think of disobeying your orders, now would I?” I had a tendency of getting into trouble when I was mad o annoyed. He just shook his head and in a blink of an eye he left. Dimitri had kicked the sleep right out of me so instead of going back to my warm letto I walked to the small café, the only café in this town the be exact. It was eight o’clock in the morning so there weren’t much people inside, so nobody paid much attention to the girl who walked inside with a face that detto my culo got kicked for four hours da my trainer/bodyguard and I haven’t gotten enough sleep. I ordered for a black coffee without sugar and a hearty breakfast when he and his whole pack came walking in. I didn’t need to look up to know if he was with them, I could easily smell him and my mouth began to water the very instant I breathed in his scent. This wasn’t good! I felt my gums itching, not a good sign at all, and I felt my fangs grow inch da inch. I closed my eyes to concentrate, my breathing had become uneven, but with a bit of luck I succeeded in retracting them.
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me da my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if te destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me da my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if te destroy me.
No matter how much te wish for più it happens like the ora glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test da our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test da our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in Amore with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in Amore with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood da me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To mostra them that...
Their work was useful.
To mostra them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to mostra all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood da me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To mostra them that...
Their work was useful.
To mostra them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to mostra all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.