You can probably guess what song was in my head if you know the lyrics.She sat there, her red/blue headphones sitting on her head, the microphone in front of her mouth, but unused. Why would she use it in the middle of the night? She didn't have a gaming career yet... Let alone a decent screen capture system.
All around me are familiar faces...
The song she listened to however was a different matter.
Worn out faces, worn out places.
She hated herself for listening to song that only made her moods worse.
Bright and early for the daily races...
It was pointless, almost.
Going nowhere, going nowhere.
Why was she still listening? She was on the verge of anger and grief.
The tears are filling up their glasses...
Oh no... She couldn't take this, and she was only a minute into the song.
No expression, no expression.
She had half a mind to stop the music and tear off the headset.
Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow...
It wasn't happening.
No tomorrow, no tomorrow.
She couldn't find the power to remove her hands from her face.
And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda strange.
She felt like crying, but tears escaped her.
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
Make it stop.
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take.
She found herself mouthing the words...
When people run in circles it's a very, very...
She stopped.
Mad world...
She found the power to move.
Mad world...
She hits the stop button and rips off the headphones before shoving the music device across the bed. She buried her face in her arms, but she felt devoid of emotion.
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