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Ruiner Lit Riffs Part 2 Killing It

OK, even though there are currently no comments on part 1, I find it necessary to post part 2... So, here it is.

Video (Best I could Find): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSAi5nhWfMw
Lyrics:
To lose my words in this smoke filled room,
If there's a way out, I'm gonna find out.
As it burns my black eyes red.

Repress this.
My only regret: this memory.
So we can convince them that this is all we are.
Watch the martyrs when they face the ghosts.
Shake hands as the waste surrounds you.

Killing it will only make it stronger.
Killing it will only help it box you in.
Killing it will only make you lose your way.

Shot down the last witness.
Committed to finish, this is the beginning I can't miss.
The ****ing looks those people gave us.
No ****ing bullets can erase this.

Repress this.
My only regret: this memory.
So we can convince them that this is all we are.
Watch the martyrs when they face the ghosts.
Shake hands as the waste surrounds you.

Killing it will only make it stronger.
Killing it will only help it box you in.
Killing it will only make you lose your way.




And now, the Lit Riff:

As Ryan walked into his apartment, smoke poured out of the doorway. He saw his possessions, everything he considered to be truly his, in flames. He had no idea what to do, or to say, so he said the only thing that came immediately to mind.

“****.”

How had this happened? He took a couple steps inside the door, grabbed his old notebook, his guitar (which had already been charred) and then pulled the fire alarm and just stood there. How had everything gone so wrong so fast? One minute, he contemplates suicide. The next minute, he changes his mind, and finds all of his possessions gone. Sometimes, life handed you ****, and there was no lemonade to be had in that sort of situation. His eyes burned from the smoke, and they started to water. Then, next thing he knew, he was crying. He hadn’t cried in years.

And like an idiot, he began to read through his old notebook, right there in the doorway of his burning apartment. All of the good songs, he had ignored, because it wasn’t what Jessica liked to listen to. All of the songs he had written for her, they brought back the memories he had tried so hard to forget. He found that while she had liked some of the songs, those were the songs he wished he could take back. I was pissed off at himself for ever even writing them.

Sarah was running down the hallway, yelling about something. He turned around, and saw those green eyes he knew so well. The fire in his apartment just kind of went away.

Why couldn’t people believe him? He tried so hard to convince everyone that they were just friends for now, but apparently others could see in his eyes how he really felt. They always tried to tell him what to do with his life, how to deal with Jessica, how to get Sarah to admit she liked him. They always had such wonderful hindsight on his past, like he didn’t. He could see just as well as they could how bad he had ****ed up, and how he could avoid doing it again. He didn’t need their help.

“What the hell are you doing, Ryan? The building is on fire!” Sarah screamed, as she grabbed his hand and pulled him away. As she did so, the door frame collapsed around him, and the notebook was knocked from his hand, going up in flames instantly. He looked back for one more fleeting glance at his home, and saw the box. That box full of everything that reminded him of Jessica, blazing like a campfire in the middle of his living room.

He ran with he, but found his thoughts were still with the box. Sure, now all of the memories of her were gone, but he just kept thinking about her. Perhaps even more, now that he had nothing to remember her by. Well, nothing physical, anyway. Now, the memories were flooding his mind even stronger than they had before. He felt like, now that he had lost everything about her, that he almost owed something to Jessica. He almost felt obligated to go back to her, to explain everything, but the thought of crawling back sickened him. He felt lost. Not only did he not have Jessica, but he had nothing to remember her by, and felt like he had nowhere to turn.

But as he thought about it, it was a bit like it had never happened, now. He had lost that last reminder, and with it, he had a new opportunity to start over. Maybe he could just act like Jessica was just a dream. A ****ed up, 3 year long nightmare that he finally woke up from. He was ready for that to be over, and was even more ready to start all over again. Maybe it would be with Sarah, maybe not. But he had finally gone and killed that last reminder. He realized that he didn’t even have to be the one to do the deed, and it was finally dead.

As they walked out into the alley behind his building, with her still clutching his hand, he looked around and saw that they were getting some fairly odd looks from the people who had congregated to watch the display. He didn’t care, though. As they looked up at his window, he found that she still hadn’t let go, and he didn’t want her to, either.

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