The demon wraps its long, long arms around his neck, putting its lipless mouth next to his cheek. "I never said anything about it being wrong."
"I dunno, there are a lot of powerful monsters around here, and they tend to mess with people. I tend to clean up after them."
Simon closes his eyes for a bit, the room seeming to go silent before he cracks open an eye "You don't know what you are doing," he said "You might want to step back while you still can."
Sam laughs tenderly, his bright blue eyes glittering like the sea when the sun sets "I try to stay away from them anyway. Might make a friend or two but I don't go looking for trouble."
It places a large hand on the back of Simon's head, pulling it back. It looms over him, over 11 feet tall, electric black saliva dripping from its mouth. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing, little treat." Its empty sockets crackle with red static.
Felix nods, and his big spiral eyes slowly close. "You're a nice guy."
Simon stares at them, his eyes glittering with something dark, something disgusting that it can almost be described as worshipful. His hand twitches for a mere second before stilling.
"I try to be." he shrugs and scratches the back of his neck "Better to be nice than a right arse. Makes life better."
"Yeah but they are able to deal with it, quell it. I have always been angry, from my birth to most likely my death." he says, his montone, cold voice sounding clipped.
"Does nothing make you less angry?"
"Nothing. You don't seem to understand the world, do you?"
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It places a large hand on the back of Simon's head, pulling it back. It looms over him, over 11 feet tall, electric black saliva dripping from its mouth. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing, little treat." Its empty sockets crackle with red static.
Felix nods, and his big spiral eyes slowly close. "You're a nice guy."
Simon stares at them, his eyes glittering with something dark, something disgusting that it can almost be described as worshipful. His hand twitches for a mere second before stilling.
"I try to be." he shrugs and scratches the back of his neck "Better to be nice than a right arse. Makes life better."
"What was that twitch in your hand? Do you think you could hurt me?" It whispers, barely intelligible. It grips his wrists with enough force to make hairline fractures. "What was that look in your eyes? Do you think we need each other?" It lifts him off the chair and up to the ceiling. "What was that tone in your voice? Do you think yourself wise?"
He nods again, rubbing his cheek against Sam's leg. "Mmm..."
It places a large hand on the back of Simon's head, pulling it back. It looms over him, over 11 feet tall, electric black saliva dripping from its mouth. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing, little treat." Its empty sockets crackle with red static.
Felix nods, and his big spiral eyes slowly close. "You're a nice guy."
Simon stares at them, his eyes glittering with something dark, something disgusting that it can almost be described as worshipful. His hand twitches for a mere second before stilling.
"I try to be." he shrugs and scratches the back of his neck "Better to be nice than a right arse. Makes life better."
"What was that twitch in your hand? Do you think you could hurt me?" It whispers, barely intelligible. It grips his wrists with enough force to make hairline fractures. "What was that look in your eyes? Do you think we need each other?" It lifts him off the chair and up to the ceiling. "What was that tone in your voice? Do you think yourself wise?"
He nods again, rubbing his cheek against Sam's leg. "Mmm..."
Simon is embarrassed by the whine that leaves his throat as the Starving Dark wrenches his wrist. He closes his eyes but forces them to open again. "No.." he says softly.
Sam chuckles and pets his head. "Comfortable aye?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"What was that twitch in your hand? Do you think you could hurt me?" It whispers, barely intelligible. It grips his wrists with enough force to make hairline fractures. "What was that look in your eyes? Do you think we need each other?" It lifts him off the chair and up to the ceiling. "What was that tone in your voice? Do you think yourself wise?"
He nods again, rubbing his cheek against Sam's leg. "Mmm..."
Simon is embarrassed by the whine that leaves his throat as the Starving Dark wrenches his wrist. He closes his eyes but forces them to open again. "No.." he says softly.
Sam chuckles and pets his head. "Comfortable aye?"
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
"What was that twitch in your hand? Do you think you could hurt me?" It whispers, barely intelligible. It grips his wrists with enough force to make hairline fractures. "What was that look in your eyes? Do you think we need each other?" It lifts him off the chair and up to the ceiling. "What was that tone in your voice? Do you think yourself wise?"
He nods again, rubbing his cheek against Sam's leg. "Mmm..."
Simon is embarrassed by the whine that leaves his throat as the Starving Dark wrenches his wrist. He closes his eyes but forces them to open again. "No.." he says softly.
Sam chuckles and pets his head. "Comfortable aye?"
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
"Heh, thanks mate." he smiles.
"Heh. And now you want forgiveness? You're just like the other cultists. Fanatical, mad, cruel. But... maybe I am being a bit harsh." It grabs the corpse and begins to sink back into the blood, dragging the body with it. "After all, it's just natural for you. Who would fault an animal?"
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
"Heh, thanks mate." he smiles.
"Heh. And now you want forgiveness? You're just like the other cultists. Fanatical, mad, cruel. But... maybe I am being a bit harsh." It grabs the corpse and begins to sink back into the blood, dragging the body with it. "After all, it's just natural for you. Who would fault an animal?"
"No.. I don't deserve it. Now or ever." he says, the tremble in his voice clear "I am sorry." he says and it actually sounds like, from the depths of his soul, he means it.
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
"Heh, thanks mate." he smiles.
"Heh. And now you want forgiveness? You're just like the other cultists. Fanatical, mad, cruel. But... maybe I am being a bit harsh." It grabs the corpse and begins to sink back into the blood, dragging the body with it. "After all, it's just natural for you. Who would fault an animal?"
"No.. I don't deserve it. Now or ever." he says, the tremble in his voice clear "I am sorry." he says and it actually sounds like, from the depths of his soul, he means it.
It grabs his face just before it disappears. It inhales slowly, gently, almost an inward sigh of affection. "SHUUUT UUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!" It throws him across the room. By the time he orients himself in the right direction, the body and the Starving Dark are gone.
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
"Heh, thanks mate." he smiles.
"Heh. And now you want forgiveness? You're just like the other cultists. Fanatical, mad, cruel. But... maybe I am being a bit harsh." It grabs the corpse and begins to sink back into the blood, dragging the body with it. "After all, it's just natural for you. Who would fault an animal?"
"No.. I don't deserve it. Now or ever." he says, the tremble in his voice clear "I am sorry." he says and it actually sounds like, from the depths of his soul, he means it.
It grabs his face just before it disappears. It inhales slowly, gently, almost an inward sigh of affection. "SHUUUT UUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!" It throws him across the room. By the time he orients himself in the right direction, the body and the Starving Dark are gone.
Simon stands up slowly, holding himself against the wall. He inhales and exhales, as if calming himself, before delivering a punch to the wall. He ends up piercing the wall entirely before pulling his fist out from it. He curses under his breath, staring at his now damaged hand. He pulls his knife out from his sheath around his belt, his breathing becoming rapid as he rolls up his sleeve. He holds the blade to his arm, as if daring himself to cut, before calming down, closing his eyes. He slumps down, his fingers twitching before dropping the blade to the ground.
A tall figure in a green hood is walking through the streets, sticking to the crowds. Every so often, in their wake, someone notices their wallet is missing A young man with curly, dark hair and warm brown skin is tying a horse up outside the inn. An Elle-Woods-lookalike is sitting on a table outside the inn, reading a comic book and sipping one of those coffee drinks that's mostly sugar.
*heyo rp?*
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A tall figure in a green hood is walking through the streets, sticking to the crowds. Every so often, in their wake, someone notices their wallet is missing A young man with curly, dark hair and warm brown skin is tying a horse up outside the inn. An Elle-Woods-lookalike is sitting on a table outside the inn, reading a comic book and sipping one of those coffee drinks that's mostly sugar.
*heyo rp?*
A very angry Simon walks part the young man, his entire body looking spring loaded and ready to rip someones throat out. He gives a glances towards the horses though.
Sam watches the pickpocketer from his spot by the docks, whittling on some wood. He narrows his eyes in annoyance.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
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Simon stares at them, his eyes glittering with something dark, something disgusting that it can almost be described as worshipful. His hand twitches for a mere second before stilling.
"I try to be." he shrugs and scratches the back of his neck "Better to be nice than a right arse. Makes life better."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Nothing. You don't seem to understand the world, do you?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*yo*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"What was that twitch in your hand? Do you think you could hurt me?" It whispers, barely intelligible. It grips his wrists with enough force to make hairline fractures. "What was that look in your eyes? Do you think we need each other?" It lifts him off the chair and up to the ceiling. "What was that tone in your voice? Do you think yourself wise?"
He nods again, rubbing his cheek against Sam's leg. "Mmm..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey, Fry! How is ya?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Simon is embarrassed by the whine that leaves his throat as the Starving Dark wrenches his wrist. He closes his eyes but forces them to open again. "No.." he says softly.
Sam chuckles and pets his head. "Comfortable aye?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*tired. wanna rp*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
"Heh, thanks mate." he smiles.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Heh. And now you want forgiveness? You're just like the other cultists. Fanatical, mad, cruel. But... maybe I am being a bit harsh." It grabs the corpse and begins to sink back into the blood, dragging the body with it. "After all, it's just natural for you. Who would fault an animal?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"No.. I don't deserve it. Now or ever." he says, the tremble in his voice clear "I am sorry." he says and it actually sounds like, from the depths of his soul, he means it.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
It grabs his face just before it disappears. It inhales slowly, gently, almost an inward sigh of affection. "SHUUUT UUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!" It throws him across the room. By the time he orients himself in the right direction, the body and the Starving Dark are gone.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Simon stands up slowly, holding himself against the wall. He inhales and exhales, as if calming himself, before delivering a punch to the wall. He ends up piercing the wall entirely before pulling his fist out from it. He curses under his breath, staring at his now damaged hand. He pulls his knife out from his sheath around his belt, his breathing becoming rapid as he rolls up his sleeve. He holds the blade to his arm, as if daring himself to cut, before calming down, closing his eyes. He slumps down, his fingers twitching before dropping the blade to the ground.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*heyo rp?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A very angry Simon walks part the young man, his entire body looking spring loaded and ready to rip someones throat out. He gives a glances towards the horses though.
Sam watches the pickpocketer from his spot by the docks, whittling on some wood. He narrows his eyes in annoyance.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(hi wendi)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover