Miyako
Miyako thought about the people she wasn't looking forward to seeing again and her face went dark. She sighed and changed course for the choir practice room. She made sure the room was empty before she practiced her assessment peice.
"Remember when we used to party up all night?
Sneaking out and looking for a taste of real life
Drinking in the small town firelight
Sweet sixteen and we had arrived
Walking down the streets as they whistle, "Hi, hi!"
Stealin' police cars with the senior guys
Teachers said we'd never make it out alive
She had a unique voice with unrelateble range but she hated performing around other people because people judge and Miyako didn't want people to view her differently because of her music taste.
There she was my new best friend
High heels in her hands, swayin' in the wind
While she starts to cry, mascara runnin' down her little Bambi eyes:
"Lana, how I hate those guys."
This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we put our love first
Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse
Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
This is what makes us girls
We don't stick together 'cause we put our love first
Don't cry about him, don't cry about him.
She atopped after that and took deep breaths for a short second then she swallowed and thought of things for a while with a blank expression.
Miyako thought about the people she wasn't looking forward to seeing again and her face went dark. She sighed and changed course for the choir practice room. She made sure the room was empty before she practiced her assessment peice.
"Remember when we used to party up all night?
Sneaking out and looking for a taste of real life
Drinking in the small town firelight
Sweet sixteen and we had arrived
Walking down the streets as they whistle, "Hi, hi!"
Stealin' police cars with the senior guys
Teachers said we'd never make it out alive
She had a unique voice with unrelateble range but she hated performing around other people because people judge and Miyako didn't want people to view her differently because of her music taste.
There she was my new best friend
High heels in her hands, swayin' in the wind
While she starts to cry, mascara runnin' down her little Bambi eyes:
"Lana, how I hate those guys."
This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we put our love first
Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse
Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
This is what makes us girls
We don't stick together 'cause we put our love first
Don't cry about him, don't cry about him.
She atopped after that and took deep breaths for a short second then she swallowed and thought of things for a while with a blank expression.