pov you're rina midoriya
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pov you're rina midoriya
it's this ocean of words i can't say
that makes me want to lead us astray
are you happy now?
kicking people while they're down?
i can't believe we've all succumbed to this
because i'm stuck feeling pissed
i don't care anymore. just leave me here.
i know i was never something you held dear
so just let me go and let me stay out of it
i hope you've got your wish.
i dont care that much about astrology for my ocs you’re just born or a scorpio
i think the color orange is useless
i see they're stuck in bed, feeling worthless
what cause is there to get out of bed?
one wrong look and you'd think they're just dead
there's just so much stuff to do
but their brain's busy feeling skewed
orange is such a useless shade
look at them; wasting the entire day
bedtime is right now
is work for them even allowed?
please get up; bed is a horrid lover
i see orange getting comfortable under the covers
sleep is their great escape
because orange just can't set things straight
the pajamas are too comfortable, they say
though they know they're dreaming their life away
what is wrong with me? they ask
their mind and body are not up for the task
the world is cruel; the world is cold
orange themself yearns for someone to hold
get rid of this bad feeling, they plead
they're just missing something; something they need
orange is just too wakeless
maybe, just maybe, that's why they feel useless
🎵 i’m a little bit jealous about your life
you’re way too handy with a knife
it’s like you have legends about you
but all you are is a guy in blue
not that i’m complaining, of course
you’re the one i’d endorse
against the dark gray world
can you help this plan unfurl?
...
i’m a little bit jealous about your life
even if you can’t handle this strife
it’s like you have years behind you
but it’s only three that seemed to do
i know where i’ve been headed
but your own future, you’ve dreaded
against the dark gray night
i can trust that you can fight
...
can we really get through?
are we stuck feeling blue?
the only thing we’ve shared are colleagues
can we really reach the big leagues?
i don’t know where we’re going
(we’re not the ones so easygoing)
but we’re both running out of time
to be our partners in our crimes
dumb luck, dumb fuck, that’s who we’re working with
the thunderstorm gladiator and the blacksmith
one’s a silver screen star, nothing rhymes with orange
(that’s a lie, we’re both unhinged)
against the world, against the night, we’ll both join the fight
cause no one else is gonna ask if we’re both alright
will we miss our friends? will we be there at the end?
promise me; play defense
we’re going out tonight
cause no one else is gonna set this right🎵
🎵 you’d think it be common sense
not to beat me down when tense
i could’ve sworn i was a happy color
but it’s the shades of green that make me smaller
i know i’ve spiraled down too hard
but one day, i’ll hold all the cards
i’ve been lost in this forest for ages
my reflections are foxes stuck in cages
waiting for their hunter to pull the trigger
because they’re the ones who’s bigger
well, guess it’s just my luck
i’m just the guy who screams, “we’re fucked!”
but maybe, i know that one day
i’ll be the one to do it my way
i’m not the musical one of us
my lyrics feel like i’m concussed
like celebrities on the pavement
i don’t care of our disagreement
i’ve been stuck in bed for too long
but it’s not the irises that make me strong
i just need for you to trust me
i can do it with only three
(and no, i’m not talking about the the intimacy)
with a clap of my hands, it’s a melanie melody
(you know i can’t snap; my fingers can’t close the gap)
i’m sorry i’ll steal the show, my friend
but we all know it’s curtain call; it’ll be me at the end
crying, screaming, laughing
because i’ll know i’m the king
now tell me, baby
who’ll thin out the herd?
when the world’s all absurd?
i’m sorry, ruby;
your lyric quirks are just too fun for me🎵
Tell me about Jay?
Development wise, Jay's the Orange Paladin :]!
Originally the Orange Paladin became too self-projecty for me to safely plot for, so my bud @/ravenwolfie97 completely revamped them into “Jacinthe”!
We also both agreed we’d probably forget how their name was spelled so we call them Jay for short lmao.
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