Shake Him Til He Sings
Heaven is harsh

A fire unfaithful

Like the bird that you hold in your palm

Bird on a string

And you�ll shake it �til it sings

And you�ll shake it �til it sings

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��������������� I hate you.

 

��������������� I used to love you�but things change. Now you love another, and I�ve been forgotten� along with the countless others, an immeasurable string of beaus and acquaintances, all left to taste defeat and choke upon your dusted memories.

 

��������������� But I shouldn�t be included with this common filth.

 

��������������� I loved you with all my heart and soul, with the core of my existence� my every breath sung your name to the highest glory, chanting Hosannas of your legacy to the sky itself. I lived for you. And in a way, I feel as if I�ve already died for you.

 

��������������� What brought on this sudden change? This wave of uncertainty, which caused you to question everything we stood for? It�s not my right to ask� but if I don�t know, my hatred for you will consume me until I burst into flames, writhing and still shrieking your name until my pained last moments. Was it the almost overnight onslaught of fame that tore you in two? You could stand to see your face on every magazine in the country� but you couldn�t stand to gaze at a picture of you and I together?

 

��������������� Or was it deeper than that? Were you scared? Were you so dependent on your fortune and recognition that you�d let anyone go, including me, to keep your fans and followers? You always loved the spotlight.

 

��������������� Glory whore.

 

��������������� You lost me out there, Darren.

 

��������������� Did you also lose yourself?

 

��������������� You changed so much in those first few months� growing from the genuine, pale-faced (not to mention incorrigibly shy�) faerie-boy that I�d fallen for so long ago� into some monster. A rockstar, a poster child. You wanted more to represent some image than to represent our bond. I gladly fell into the background�. To escape the cameras, and to escape you.

 

��������������� I�m not saying that I haven�t changed. But all the bullshit that you feed to the interviewers about being �true to yourself�, and never losing �what you really stand for�� how can you say it when you know too well that you�ve lost all meaning of your own words? You�re a hypocrite. The worst I�ve ever seen. But I guess that�s how you have to play the game, isn�t it?

 

��������������� People other than your fans admire you, Darren. Hell, I used to think you were the emulation of everything that life stood for. With your go-for-it attitude and your down-to-earth mannerisms� you used to be a person.

 

��������������� Now you�re just an image. A picture in a magazine. Thrown away or ripped and framed on anyone�s whim.

 

��������������� Yes, I think you did lose your former self. You lost your personality. Sure, the music is beautiful� but which is more important: the lyrics or the celebrity they gain you? And why do I even bother sticking around?

 

��������������� You don�t need me. You don�t want me.

 

��������������� You�ve forgotten me.

 

��������������� You�ve forgotten us. That bond we used to share� we were drawn together, held together. We loved each other. Or did we? Did you really love me at first, or did it grow on you? Did you love me at all? Were you just along for the ride?

 

��������������� And now you�ve officially broken it off. The worst day of my life. Fuck you, I feel like taking a bath with my hair dryer.

 

��������������� I shouldn�t be jealous like this� I can�t be your best friend, your bandmate, and your lover at the same time. But I feel used, I suppose. I wasn�t just some one-night fling, you know. I was so deeply in love with you�

 

��������������� But I guess it didn�t mean anything to you, when you realized that giving our secret away would destroy your memorials and sanctuaries. That changed you as a person.

 

��������������� I don�t like the new you.

 

��������������� You�ve become something that I don�t understand. An enigma that hides behind walls of comforting illusions to keep from going mad. I know your secrets, Darren, and I can use them against you.

 

��������������� Especially now that you�re with another.

 

��������������� I know where you are, right now. You�re down in that slut�s bed, using him just like you used me. Then you make yourself out to be the victim, and everyone gets hurt. It makes my blood boil and my vision blur to know that you�re with him.

 

��������������� Oh, I�m beyond jealous, my nightingale.

 

��������������� But I�ll make you understand. I�ll cut the sense into your back, shoot it like a bullet through your brain� I want to watch you bleed, you manipulative whore. Are you even thinking of me while you whisper adoration into his ear? I hope he hurts you, just like I want to hurt you and just like you hurt me. You deserve it.

 

��������������� I still love you so much that I hate you. I�ll make you sing my name again. Once he rips your heart out, I�ll be the one that you�ll come running to, as usual, and I�ll force you to love me again. You�ll pay for what you did to me.

 

��������������� I can�t think straight. I�m blinded by my thoughts of revenge. Is that what you want?

 

��������������� Darren, I can make you hurt in ways you never knew existed.

 

��������������� I�ll torture you. I�ll scratch my nails down your back until you cry out my name in desperation, pain, and ecstasy.

 

��������������� I can make you mine again. I can�t force you to love me back, but I can make you miserable until you do.

 

��������������� I hope you die.

 

��������������� I�ll shake you �til you sing, my nightingale. MY nightingale.

 

��������������� If I can�t have you, then nobody can.

 

��������������� You can�t escape me.

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