If I died, we'd be together
I can't always just forget her
But she could try
At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever ever...
Ever...
Get the feeling that you're never
All alone and I remember now
At the top of my lungs in my arms she dies
She dies
At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? should I?
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me
If I fall
If I fall (down)
At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home
Never coming home
Never coming home
Never coming home
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
For all the ghosts that are never gonna...[/SIZE]
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The microphone was dropped on the stage. The song ended up in a few notes on a piano and the screaming fans shouted for an encore. But he was weary. That song had taken out everything in him, heart and soul. If he had the choice, he would collapse here, in the middle of the cords and instruments, but with whatever little energy he had left, his feet guided him backstage where he fell back on a lounge-like chair. The screams of female fans still resonated throughout his mind, giving him an immense headache. Daisuke sighed, visibly uncomfortable in his current state. If only they knew who this song was dedicated to, who it was about, they'd actually scream for the right reasons, he thought to himself. Misinterpretated was often his condition.
It was already the end of the universal tour for his band. Daisuke wanted this tour to be as short as possible, so they only stopped in known places. Astral Astoria was their last stop and now, it was time to go back home. But he was hesitant as to whether or not, he really wanted to go back. There were rumors speculating that Severe's headquarters were around and he secretly knew it had something to do with him. "Yuki ..." His lips murmured. One of the band members came and shook his shoulder to wake him up from his distant phase. Daisuke looked up to him and saw the smile on his lips. The sincerety of the smile, drawn by the fact that he could finally go home and see his girl, made Daisuke sad. He forced a little smile and sat himself up. "You guys go on ahead. I'm too tired to get into a ship now. I'll call you when I get home, promise." With that, they shook hands and said goodbye.
Daisuke struggled mentally to get into his trailer. He went directly to the small bathroom and splashed his face with cold water before staring at his reflection. His ocean blue eyes seem dead. He let the cold water numb his hands before running through his light blonde hair. Sometimes, it surprised him to what point he could not recognize himself. He stripped off his stage clothes and slid into something more comfortable: a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket. "I need a drink." He said out loud to himself, as if he needed any convincing. He put on a large pair of black sunglasses, even though it was pitch black outside and sneaked out of his trailer, past the crowd who were still screaming endlessly for the band and lost himself in the streets, in search for a bar.