Leather In Jeans: Lyrics of the Week

SPOILER ALERT .but simply for my novel. So yeah, I finished my 50,000 words, and in the great look of Nanowimo I haven't written a book since. However, inspiration has hit again and I think I'll take another little spurt tomorrow. The voice that I'm currently at in my playlist is part 'Chamber of Sorrows' by Dimmu Borgir, but as that's instrumental, I'm going to put the lyrics for 'Still Loving You' (Sonata Arctica) here, as that's kind of happening simultaneously in the story.

Ish. Bah, it works.

Still Loving You - Sonata Arctica

Time, it needs time To refashion your love again I will be there, I will be there . Love, only love Can remake your love again I will be there, I will be there ...

*evil laugh*

Fight, baby, Fight! To win back your love again I will be there, I will be there ...

Love, only love Can go down the walls someday I will be there, I will be there.

If we'd go again all the way from the first I would try to alter things that killed our love Your pride has reinforced the fence so hard that I can't get through! Is there really no chance to start once again? I'm loving you.

Try, baby try To believe in my bed again I will be there, I will be there . Love our love Just shouldn't be thrown away I will be there, I will be there . If we'd go again all the way from the part I would try to alter things that killed our love Your pride has reinforced the fence so hard that I can't get through! Is there really no opportunity to go once again? If we'd go again all the way from the first I would try to alter things that killed our love Yes I bruise your pride and I love what you been through You should hold me a chance, this can't be the end I'm still loving you . I'm still loving you . I'm still loving you . I'm still loving you ...

It's not only me by the way, the evil laugh is really in the song. Go listen to it, you'll see. I adore this song.

On that note, I should go to bed. Oh, how am I at the second? Well, god knows. I'm in a very odd place. I realised yesterday that it's just a twelvemonth since my living in France picked up. I had just started going to the gigs in Paris, me and Na had scarcely seen Leaves' Eyes and co and had a grand time, I had hardly started going to St Pierre (the bar in Abbeville). Give it a couple of weeks and it'll be a twelvemonth since the inaugural American incident. It's simply a bit. oh, I don't know, it feels weird.

I'm happier now. I don't take any toxic relationships in my life, I'm rid of any pressure, of any false hope. The way I'm living now, I can't get myself crushed again. I can't have another night like the one I had at the end of the summer, where I accomplished something that wasn't so courteous and I cried for so long I looked like I had some form of facial deformity.

But sometimes I take to enquire if false hope was better than no hope. It's almost like there's a big component of my life missing, and I haven't got the push to take the gap. I don't wish to get hurt like that again, so I find it's best to take the gap than the pain.

Oh I don't know. I'm talking bollocks as always. One of these days I'll do some sense.

Jess x