Time together is just never quite enough.
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What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
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When we’re apart whatever are you thinking of?
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So tell me darling, do you wish we’d fall in love?
Luna looked around the room, fun, wasn't really what she would call it. "Well, I've been here since I was five, just not down here, I was out there, I lived in the house with them, until they thought I was old enough to come down here I guess." She said with a sigh, she didn't feel like going over every little detail about how she ended up with them in the first place and her child hood, and how she had never noticed this, she didn't see a need to, she was sure he didn't want to hear about all that right now. After all, she had plenty of time, right? How often did people come down there and take people? Not many, and none of them had wanted her, none of them had kids or a need for a singer. And taking her, would be like have a kid really, she was playful and child like, she hadn't been broken so whoever got her would have to break her down and build her back up the way they wanted, maybe it would make her grow up a little.
When you and I are alone, I’ve never felt so at home.
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We need time, only time.
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If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?
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All the time, all the time.