House of Wolves
Well, I know a thing about contrition
Because I've got enough to spare
And I'll be granting your permission
'Cause you haven't got a prayer
The girl smiled over her shoulder, flipping her hair and giggling. No one looked quite as beautiful as she did and she knew it. Taking advantage of that fact was simple. She picked a victim and seduced them. It was about the capture for her, not the chase. Very unlike the boys she had come to know, who were more interested in the chase and display of manly prowess. They wanted nothing more than her beautiful looks, and maybe she'd befriend a couple of them. She had to at least leave some of them to remind them of the others of their place.
Another girl sat on the bus looking out the window as her friend was escorted to the door of the vehicle by two boys. How come she didn't have luck like that? Neither one of the guys looked very happy though, so she was content with her own little relationship-like-thing that she wasn't sure of. Where was she going to go with the guy who claimed to love her?
Well I said hey, hey, hallelujah,
I'm gonna come, I'll sing the praise
And let the spirit come on through ya,
We got innocence for days!
The grin on her face was innocent and sweet, claiming something that he knew wasn't true. Something inside him had let everything get out of control. He had wanted it. Not at first, nor was he expecting it, but when it was offered so tempting and beautiful...he didn't say no. He'd played with fire and like so many others, had gotten burned.
Again she sat on the bus, listening to her iPod and pretending she was okay. The guy she had liked for so long had been abusing her. Not knowing what abuse looked or felt like, she went with it and figured she was happy and in love. Normal people dealt with problems like this. Now, looking back, she was disgusted and tried hard to erase it from her mind.
You play ring around the ambulance,
Well like you never gave a care.
So get the choir boys around you,
It's a compliment, I swear.
Lots of people thought he was attractive. He was too wrapped up in her games to notice, though. Too wrapped up in her. She was winning a battle in which he really had no defense. She knew it, and she used it to her advantage. Meanwhile, she was also involved with another guy, all of it falling into space; waiting for something to shatter the still little tableau of calm that they had created for themselves.
Meanwhile the girl sat and watched, thinking about just how nice he was. Friendship, as awkward and new as it was, was a wonderful thing. She wished that he would notice her. Her, a rather average freshman. But she didn't mind because he was beautiful and smart and nice. He was a good friend and he was with her friend, so she couldn't do anything about the burgeoning feelings inside her. So she distracted herself and waited. Those choir boys really knew how to make a girl happy.
And say, hey
What I wanna say
Tell me I'm an angel,
Take this to my grave.
Tell me I'm a bad man,
Kick me like a stray.
Tell me I'm an angel,
Take this to my grave.
The first girl treated him like a dog. Sure, he was a willing puppy to her affections and had his part in it, but he soon came to regret his decisions. When that girl lost track of her stories, though, and both boys found out she was lying to them, it was over. Both of them left. No one walked her to the bus now.
The second girl found him and raised him up again. She thought of him as her rescuer, her Prince, her potential future spouse. This girl, who had known abuse and confusion, now found peace and safety. He in turn was happier and became calm and loving. No longer was he a kicked dog who took orders and begged for whatever the other would give. He was a human. No...he was an angel.
Because I've got enough to spare
And I'll be granting your permission
'Cause you haven't got a prayer
The girl smiled over her shoulder, flipping her hair and giggling. No one looked quite as beautiful as she did and she knew it. Taking advantage of that fact was simple. She picked a victim and seduced them. It was about the capture for her, not the chase. Very unlike the boys she had come to know, who were more interested in the chase and display of manly prowess. They wanted nothing more than her beautiful looks, and maybe she'd befriend a couple of them. She had to at least leave some of them to remind them of the others of their place.
Another girl sat on the bus looking out the window as her friend was escorted to the door of the vehicle by two boys. How come she didn't have luck like that? Neither one of the guys looked very happy though, so she was content with her own little relationship-like-thing that she wasn't sure of. Where was she going to go with the guy who claimed to love her?
Well I said hey, hey, hallelujah,
I'm gonna come, I'll sing the praise
And let the spirit come on through ya,
We got innocence for days!
The grin on her face was innocent and sweet, claiming something that he knew wasn't true. Something inside him had let everything get out of control. He had wanted it. Not at first, nor was he expecting it, but when it was offered so tempting and beautiful...he didn't say no. He'd played with fire and like so many others, had gotten burned.
Again she sat on the bus, listening to her iPod and pretending she was okay. The guy she had liked for so long had been abusing her. Not knowing what abuse looked or felt like, she went with it and figured she was happy and in love. Normal people dealt with problems like this. Now, looking back, she was disgusted and tried hard to erase it from her mind.
You play ring around the ambulance,
Well like you never gave a care.
So get the choir boys around you,
It's a compliment, I swear.
Lots of people thought he was attractive. He was too wrapped up in her games to notice, though. Too wrapped up in her. She was winning a battle in which he really had no defense. She knew it, and she used it to her advantage. Meanwhile, she was also involved with another guy, all of it falling into space; waiting for something to shatter the still little tableau of calm that they had created for themselves.
Meanwhile the girl sat and watched, thinking about just how nice he was. Friendship, as awkward and new as it was, was a wonderful thing. She wished that he would notice her. Her, a rather average freshman. But she didn't mind because he was beautiful and smart and nice. He was a good friend and he was with her friend, so she couldn't do anything about the burgeoning feelings inside her. So she distracted herself and waited. Those choir boys really knew how to make a girl happy.
And say, hey
What I wanna say
Tell me I'm an angel,
Take this to my grave.
Tell me I'm a bad man,
Kick me like a stray.
Tell me I'm an angel,
Take this to my grave.
The first girl treated him like a dog. Sure, he was a willing puppy to her affections and had his part in it, but he soon came to regret his decisions. When that girl lost track of her stories, though, and both boys found out she was lying to them, it was over. Both of them left. No one walked her to the bus now.
The second girl found him and raised him up again. She thought of him as her rescuer, her Prince, her potential future spouse. This girl, who had known abuse and confusion, now found peace and safety. He in turn was happier and became calm and loving. No longer was he a kicked dog who took orders and begged for whatever the other would give. He was a human. No...he was an angel.