(Take me out to the black) "Do you even have to ask?" (Tell me I ain't coming back) Her head tilts suddenly. Eyes very bright, oddly clear. Shelley smiles coldly. (I don't care, I'm still free) "You are no psychologist if you think that of me," she hisses, dismissal in her voice. (You can't take the sky from me) Her head tilts to to ceiling as she laughs mirthlessly. It rings out, sharp and triumphant and despairing and frightened and harsh from her screaming, but her voice does not break.
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Date: 2005-08-21 12:57 am (UTC)"Do you even have to ask?"
(Tell me I ain't coming back)
Her head tilts suddenly. Eyes very bright, oddly clear. Shelley smiles coldly.
(I don't care, I'm still free)
"You are no psychologist if you think that of me," she hisses, dismissal in her voice.
(You can't take the sky from me)
Her head tilts to to ceiling as she laughs mirthlessly. It rings out, sharp and triumphant and despairing and frightened and harsh from her screaming, but her voice does not break.