i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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[attr="class","discottlyrics4"]glory, glory, glory to the night It shows me what I am I'm not happy or sad, just up or down And always bad[break] tell me no, tell me no[attr="class","discottlyric4"]somebody please | [attr="class","discottbody4"]The silence is beyond terrible. It would be tolerable if he were perhaps enjoying the moment. But for whatever reason the silence with them was never invited. Always cued in Scott’s paranoia and had him asking himself a lot of what ifs. As much as Scott played off Rocket as his number one enemy, Scott damn well knew better. He was his own worst enemy. Since forever. The proof was in how he constantly destroyed anything remotely decent in his life just because he decided he wasn’t good enough for whatever the good was. Or maybe he feared he’d destroy it so he did... What the hell would happen if he decided that he could give something life? Instead of destroy, create? ...did he just have a fucking revelation in a mucky old pub bathroom?!? Even if that was the case, Scott was the one that encouraged Zeke to leave in the first place and he had no right to ask Zeke back into his life. Fate had Zeke here, but only Zeke could keep himself there. Scott could, however, stop acting like such a bitch about it all. He could, however, pretend he was remotely happy to see his friend. Even if it was a lie. Because he was so far beyond ecstatic to see his friend. He was so happy to see him. Smell him. N-no, no. Just see. Yeah.Finally the silence was broken by the water, then by Zeke explaining himself again. Then there was a small part of Scott that was hurt. Was it so bad to be there in Mauville now? Now that Scott was there? Or was that why it sucked? Why did people hate the city so much??? Glorified mall. He understood that. But still! Pissed him off is what it did. “Eh,” Scott shrugged his shoulders. Seemed he was sobering up, because he turned to wash his own hands and face again. “It’s not that bad. Shop lifting is like, basic. Everybody does it. Half of us do it in accident. The real bitch is power theft from the main reactors in the power plant.” Scott shrugged. “Other than that it’s pretty peaceful... why I liked it so well.” Although that had a lot to do with somebody Scott wasn’t thinking about. He had enough ghosts from his past for one night. |
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