Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cordy's in a coma, things were never well with Buffy, Angel's depressed.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made. And the lyrics aren't mine either, they are by John Mayer. Or at least he sings them.
Notes: Came to me after my oh so wonderful cousin sent me the lyrics to this song and said she'd burn the cd for me. I just wrote it right now in like a whopping five minutes, so take pity on me!
Feedback: Please?! I live for the stuff! Bad or good! Don't matter!
Thanks/Dedication: This is dedicated to my cousin since she gave me the inspiration. Love you woman! So read it, dammit!
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* * *
Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack therefor
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it
* * *
Angel walked into his room, threw his coat on the chair and layed down
on his bed. His eyes were practically shut, he was so exhausted. With nothing
to do, and no one to see, he just stared at the ceiling. The group was
worried about him. He could here the four of them down stairs, figiting
about. His heart ached a pain he wasn't aware could exsist. There was no
one there to help him through it. That was the problem.
* * *
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
* * *
He thought he had found love again. He thought he had finally found
the woman who would love him in return. Fully. Buffy didn't. That's why
they never worked out. Even when he figured they could, when she believed
they could. It wasn't enough. It was never enough...
* * *
Searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know it
When I see you
Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one
* * *
He had found a new love with Cordelia. Something incredible that he
had never experienced. And it hadn't hurt liek the rest. He could breathe.
He could feel. He wasn't dead inside. Even when Groo was around. It didn't
matter. He knew she was his. She would always be hers and he could get
her when he wanted. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough...
* * *
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
* * *
He had had a few flings. Kate, Faith, Beverly, Tina; when she was alive,
woman had thrown themselves at him and he had been intrigued more than
once. Attraction to people that he knew felt something in return.
* * *
I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?
* * *
He needed someone. There had to be someone out there for him. The person
he was meant to love. Who could actually return it. He sighed, not helping
himself at all. Even if there was, he would never find her. He was meant
to suffer, and he was. Nothing he did would make up for his past. And it
didn't matter who he loved.
* * *
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
You'll be so good
You'll be so good for me
* * *
But it wouldn't be enough. It was never enough...
End.