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lyrics: The truth is I am a toy
That people enjoy
'Til all of the tricks don't work anymore
And then they are bored of me
I know that it's exciting
Running through the night, but
Every perfect summer's
Eating me alive until you're gone
Better on my own
They say, "You're a little much for me
You're a liability
You're a little much for me"
So they pull back, make other plans
I understand, I'm a liability
Get you wild, make you leave
I'm a little much for everyone
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Jun 8 2017, 01:13 PM
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Oh, love, let me see inside your heart
All the cracks and broken parts
The shadows in the light
There’s no need to hide
'Cause I’m on fire like a thousand suns
I couldn’t put it out even if I wanted to
These flames tonight
Look into my eyes and say you want me, too
Like I want you

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Sophia knew she could have just texted Grey to let him know she was coming over. It would have been the normal thing to do, but Sophia also hadn't quite worked out normal yet. She hadn't even been sure she wanted to see him until well after midnight anyway. She had been heading to bed (or at least planning on binging some movies until 4 am) and had decided she didn't feel like laying by herself or being alone at all. These were the sorts of things she should have thought about earlier on in the evening, and she knew that, she just wanted to try and see if she was perfectly fine without being around him, which apparently, she was not. She didn't really see the harm in heading to his place and surprising him with her presence anyway, he seemed to like her, for whatever reason, and so she had to assume he would want her around as much as she seemed to want him around nowadays.
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It wasn't the first time she had snuck into his flat and so Sophia didn't even consider knocking on the door. Again, this would have been the normal thing to do and she simply wasn't in a normal state of mind. She also decided it would be a better surprise if he just woke up to her wonderful face staring down at him, clearly ignoring the creepiness of her actions and choosing to see them as spontaneous and endearing instead. She was also in the mood for climbing something and the pipe leading up to his window was far too hard to resist, she was giddy about the entire thing, even when she almost slipped and fell, she just laughed quietly to herself before continuing up the length of the building.
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As Sophia reached his bedroom window, she could see that it was dark inside. She hadn't expected anything less considering the hour, she just decided to be quieter as she pried open the glass and slipped her small frame into the room. Taking a moment to steady herself and flatten out her hair, the woman bounced and moved towards the lump on the bed. She decided it would be weird if she stared too long, and so instead she laid herself down next to him, her hand reaching out to brush across his messy hair. "Hey, wake up," she ordered, pushing herself closer to him as though her body warmth might coax him into consciousness. Just to be sure he got the message though, the blonde pressed her lips against his before moving her head to whisper in his ear: "Wake up because I missed you."

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Sophia had been against the idea of going to the ball from the first moment her sister had mentioned it. She had never been the type for dressing up and being all fancy, she'd much rather just laugh at people like that. It was nearly impossible to say no to Maria though, a fact that frustrated Sophia quite a bit. She'd reluctantly agreed, of course, but she'd still been hesitant about the entire ordeal, pouting as she was forced to try on dresses and outraged at the idea of wearing high heels. Really, it was a lie though, she didn't actually hate the dresses her sister stuffed her into. She didn't mind the make up she tried on, and she really didn't loathe the idea of playing dress up for the night. She just didn't want anyone knowing she wanted to spin around in her fancy dress or wear a tiara made of flowers. It was almost as though she didn't want people knowing that deep down inside she was excited to be a girl at a magical ball. She could complain all she liked, Sophia still spent hours before the event getting herself ready. She frowned whenever anyone looked at her, but a smile would quickly appear the moment she was alone with her reflection.
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Drinking beforehand had also made it easier for Sophia to walk into the ball without her usual anxieties. She was sure it was acceptable to be tipsy considering she'd have to be near her parents who she still hasn't spoke to since the day she'd met them. She had no intention of changing that fact that night and merely glared at them once before moving to the other side of the room. She had more important things to worry about like whether or not or date would arrive. Not that she thought he was her date, he was just somebody she liked to think about a lot and touch when he was near her. She wasn't particularly paying attention to anyone else at the ball, she'd even lost sight of her siblings as she wandered around, drinking numerous glasses of champagne and discarding her shoes beneath a table she was sure no one would look under. For the most part, Sophia was sure she fit in, at least she looked like she belonged at a ball. She didn't really feel it though, as always her insecurities simmered under her skin, making her uncomfortable whenever people looked at her.
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She had finished yet another glass of champagne before she finally turned towards the door. It was as though her senses had been trained towards it for one specific reason, or person as it so happened. Her smile was instantaneous as she caught sight of Grey, more relieved than she had expected to be that he'd actually shown up. She didn't know why she'd doubted it, but could assume it was because she tended to never get her hopes up. Her issues really didn't matter right in that moment though as she suddenly began to run towards him. It was hardly the place for running, but she also didn't really care. She could blame the alcohol, sure, but Sophia was well aware she probably would have acted this childishly sober. She reached him and wasted no time before she jumped at him with a giggle, wrapping her legs around his waist as her arms circled his neck. "Thank you," she grinned at him, needing him to know how grateful she was that he'd actually come. She still didn't care what anyone thought as she pressed her lips down against his own, deciding that obviously, she didn't have a choice.
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Can we run away tonight
And hide from tomorrows

The glass is cracking tonight
Shattering our fears away
The silence in here fades
And it's only your eyes that I see

Take me, pull me all around
Break me, I'm yours

Can we run away tonight
And hide from tomorrows

We die in this moment
And I don't want to wake from this
I can barely breathe
Suffocating on what you gave me

Take me, pull me all around
Break me, I'm yours

Can we run away tonight
And hide from tomorrows

It's quiet now
Whispers confess
Can we run away now
And hide from tomorrow

Can we run away tonight
And hide from tomorrows


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Mar 22 2017, 02:38 AM
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She didn't know why she had decided to get drunk, she definitely had though, and it hadn't taken long. She was happy enough to have found a bar on a walk she hadn't intended to take. She was probably planning on one drink, but it had turned into nine and she had no intention of stopping. She wasn't a stranger to consuming large quantities of alcohol, she just hadn't done it yet since moving to London. Sophia thought it was a shame that she hadn't thought to invite one of her siblings out with her, she wasn't sure if they'd frown upon her ability to drink until she passed out, perhaps next time she could find out and see where the night took them.
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She'd been having quite a good time, in spite of being alone, but she was growing irritated by a group of men across the bar who continued screaming at the television as though they were about to go to war with it. She assumed there was some type of sport blaring, she could see tiny shorts on men running around a field so she hoped for the best. The longer they screamed at the screen though, the more she found herself wanting to shut them up. She just wanted to sit and enjoy her drinks without the annoyance of their existence. She knew throwing peanuts at them was probably the least helpful way to quieten them down. They were right in front of her though and it was amusing to throw the small nuts at their head. She was laughing to herself, until they spotted her. She tried to act innocent, but really, it was impossible to hide the grin on her face.
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She should have been aware that antagonising drunk hooligans was a bad idea, it didn't prepare her to see them standing up and storming in her direction. With the last of the peanuts in her hand, she chucked them at the closest mans face, grabbing for her glass just as quickly, she smiled as she flung the liquid at another ones head. Sophia knew she'd pissed them off now, which is why she made a run for it, hurdling herself onto a nearby table, she glanced down at them with her hands on her hips. "Come and get me!" She laughed, leaping onto another table close by, they were definitely going to get closer but she was having for too much fun to care.
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She could hear the men yelling at her, the bartender joining in too as she ungracefully leapt onto the counter of the bar, knocking down glasses as she did, she ran anyway, until she slipped, falling into the lap of someone she was astonished that she recognised. "Hey, it's you!" Clumsily she removed herself from his lap, because it was weird and also because there were still people after her. "You wanna play hero again?" She checked, but yanked him up from his seat anyway, pushing him towards the oncoming men with what could only be described as devious glee spread across her face.
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