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Why Superman Could Never Find a Phone Book – (Chapter: 12: Tracks of My Tears)
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THE TRACKS OF MY TEARS
(W. Robinson / M. Tarplin / W. Moore)
People say I’m the life of the party
’cause I tell a joke or two
Although I may be laughin’ loud and hearty
Deep inside I’m blue
So take a good look at my face
You see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer it’s easy to trace
The tracks of my tears
I need you, need you
If you see me with another girl
Actin’ like I’m havin’ fun
Although she may be cute
She’s just a substitute
Girl you’re the permanent one
Ah, take a good look at my face
You see my smile looks out of place
Now look closer it’s easy to trace
The tracks of my tears
Outside, I’m masquerading
Inside, my heart is fading
I’m just a clown
Since you put me down
My smile is my makeup
I wear since my breakup with you
Baby, baby, take a good look at my face
You see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer it’s easy to trace
The tracks of my tears
Baby, baby, baby, take a good look at my face
You see my smile looks out of place
Just look closer it’s easy to trace
The tracks of my tears
Baby, baby, baby, take a good look at this face
My smile looks out of place
If you look closer it’s easy to trace
The tracks of my tears
Spencer looked down at her dangly legs, the smile still lingering, the corners of her mouth twitching, as if unsure as to whether stop or keep going. Her feet swung far out in front of her, holding in mid air, flecking her thigh muscles.
She was unsure how she had made it to this spot. It seemed like just minutes before she was wallowing in the darkness that had become so familiar. Unable to use the music and festivities as a shield, her stomach clenched in fear as she saw the familiar face emerge from amidst the crowd.
It was The Man in the trench coat that beckoned her towards him with promises of birthday parties, summer mornings, and the smell of recent rain on cracking sidewalks. His hand outstretched towards her, his long finger nails piercing the space between them, causing the air to bleed a crimson red, a reminder that Spencer existed in his world, a cryptic land that was under the man’s control. His face contorted, an evil smile erupting, his thin, red lips parting to reveal pointed fangs that both parties new would soon feed upon Spencer’s soul and there was not a fucking goddamn thing she could do about it.
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I’m really enjoying the story.I love the the title. For some reason this story reminds me of donnie darko.Post more.
I’m really enjoying the story.I love the the title. For some reason this story reminds me of donnie darko.Post more.
This story is SO GOOD!!! I love the fact that you jump around, kinda reminds me of that movie memento, but I gotta say I want to see Spencer and Ashley TALK!!! LIKE FOR REAL TALK!!! So POST SOON!!!
This story is SO GOOD!!! I love the fact that you jump around, kinda reminds me of that movie memento, but I gotta say I want to see Spencer and Ashley TALK!!! LIKE FOR REAL TALK!!! So POST SOON!!!
Wow this post was so awesome. I love the “spencer smile” as well. I love Spencer’s hair being her sheild, I’ve often imagined her thinking of it that way. Just awesome. Please keep posting.
Wow this post was so awesome. I love the “spencer smile” as well. I love Spencer’s hair being her sheild, I’ve often imagined her thinking of it that way. Just awesome. Please keep posting.