We got back at around 2pm, it's 12am now and I've just finished writing a song. I've loved music since I was a child, but nobody knows about it, I've never told anyone because it's such a stupid thing when we live in a world of real-life myths and legends. I write songs when I feel an emotion that I don't know what to do with. Which is why I've got hundreds of song lyrics written of pieces of paper. And by now I'm playing it on my guitar.
"Love it's hard, I know
All your lights are red but I'm green to go
Used to see you high, now you're only low
All your lights are red but I'm green to go
I want you to colour me blue Anything it takes to make you stay Only see myself when I'm looking up at you I want you to colour me blue Anything it takes to make you stay Only see myself when I'm looking up at you I can't say no Though the lights are on there's nobody home Swore I'd never lose control Then I fell in love with a heart that beats so slow
I want you to colour me blue Anything it takes to make you stay Only see myself when I'm looking up at you I want you to colour me blue Anything it takes to make you stay Only see myself when I'm looking up at you
I know you're seeing black and white So I'll paint you a clear blue sky Without you I am colour-blind It's raining every time I open my eyes
I know you're seeing black and white So I'll paint you a clear blue sky Without you I am colour-blind It's raining every time I open my eyes I want you to colour me blue Only see myself when I'm looking up at you When I'm looking up at you
I want you to colour me blue Anything it takes to make you stay Only see myself when I'm looking up at you I want you to colour me blue Anything it takes to make you stay Only see myself when I'm looking up at you
I want you to colour me blue Anything it takes to make you stay Only see myself when I'm looking up at you"
I strum the last chord on my guitar.
"Wow."
I whip my head around and see Alec leaning against the door frame with crossed arms looking at me with a big smile on his face. I immediately put down my guitar and put my head in my hands.
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The Other Herondale
Fanfiction"This is going to be harder than we thought, isn't it?" he asked, looking into her eyes with passion that she'd never seen before. "Yes, but I believe it's worth it." {DISCONTINUED}
