I�m an opportunity
And I knock so softly
Sometimes I get loud
When I wish everybody�d just get off me�
She didn�t know where she was going. She didn�t care, just as long as she got away from them. From all of them� That was all that mattered to her. Nothing else, not anymore�
She felt tired. Used. Tired of everything; tired of the broken promises and the broken dreams. She was tired of being lonely. She was tired of being nothing�
So many players
You�d think I was a board game
It�s every man for themselves
There are no teammates�
Oh how they must be laughing at her right now - poor little Stacy Keibler, always the na�ve one�always the innocent one. She could see them now, laughing and pointing at her with their accusing fingers. In her mind�s eye they were all there with her as she tore recklessly through the halls, looking for a way out of the hell she�d been trapped in. A hell you trapped yourself in�
She�d trusted them - every one of them she would�ve gladly bent over backwards for. She would�ve done anything just to see them happy. She�d thought they felt the same. Poor, poor, innocent little fool� How was she to know that it had all been a game to them?
This life gets lonely
When everybody wants something
They�ll smile up in your face
But they�ll get theirs eventually
And I hope I�m there�
They had used her from the beginning - amused by her bright, shining optimism that never seemed to fade. It was like she�d been their puppet and the world was their stage for her to perform on - limbs jerking dutifully whichever way her strings were pulled. And she�d never questioned it, playing the whore for them night after night - she made herself into whatever they wanted her to be. And night after night she�d hoped in vain that she was that much closer to being accepted. To being loved�
Surrounded by familiar faces with no names
None of them know me or want to share my pain
They only wish to bask in my light
Then fade away�
But it had all been for nothing. No one cared about her, and no one gave a damn about what she was feeling. She was just a toy to them; an object to be manipulated for their own amusement - something pretty and innocent to be shown off like a child shows off his new puppy�
To win my love - to them a game
To watch me live my life in vain
When all is done and the glitter fades
Fades away
They�ll get theirs eventually
And I hope I�m there�
Only now she wasn�t sure she was so innocent anymore. Oh, she still looked the part, what was on the outside hadn�t changed at all. Her big blue eyes and sweet trusting smile hadn�t faded. It was what was inside that was different. Gone was the infectious optimism that had drawn them to her in the first place. She was no longer the na�ve little girl she�d once been, always nodding and taking whatever they gave her without argument. No, that girl was gone forever�
But she never would have guessed it would turn out this way in the end - she�d believed herself to be the strongest person alive - invincible. But Stacy Keibler wasn�t invincible, and the future was suddenly looking so painfully clear. She was finally learning, but already she feared it was way too late�too late to save her from falling into the gaping void she�d opened up inside herself. It was only a matter of time until she became lost forever�
I drank your poison
�Cause you told me it�s wine
Shame on you if you fooled me once
Shame on me if you fooled me twice�
But wasn�t that what they had wanted from the beginning? To push her to her limits to see how far she would go before she broke? To corrupt something so beautiful and pure and watch it self-destruct before their very eyes? To know that her self-worth had disappeared into nothingness, blown away like dust in the wind? They�d tried to break her�and it had worked.
But she couldn�t be broken�not yet!
But she was�and there was no turning back now. The choice had been made for her, and there was nothing that anyone could do now to stop what was inevitable. Her destiny had been determined, her path chosen - she�d made her bed and now all that was left to do was lie in it�
So why then, was this so hard?
I didn�t know the price
But you�ll get yours eventually�
Stacy watched, mesmerized by the way the dim light that shone from the streetlight above her head glinted so prettily off the cold, unforgiving metal of the razorblade she held reverently between her fingers. Brain on auto-pilot, she winced as once, twice, three times the blade descended viciously across the tender skin of her wrists. Slumping slowly to the pavement, Stacy propped herself up against the base of the light pole and waited.
Strangely, she felt no regret. No sadness for what could have been or for the life she could have had. All she felt was release - blessed and glorious release. They had no control over her anymore, their poison would no longer rot her from the inside out. Even now it bled from her body onto the cold, hard ground.
It didn�t take long. She could already feel the lethargy creeping into her limbs and turning them into mush. Glancing down, she was soothed by the eerily beautiful patterns her blood created as it swirled beneath her in a crimson flood. Not long at all�
Blue eyes that had once been so full of love and laughter now stared lifelessly ahead, dull and glassy. A warm summer breeze gently teased long blond hair up into a halo around the face that had once been able to make even the angels weep at its beauty. Even now in death she was more peaceful than she had ever been in life�
No, they�d been wrong. She hadn�t been broken after all.
She was free�
So what good am I to you
If I can�t be broken
You�ll get yours
Yes, you�ll get yours
Eventually�