Taking Over Me
by Nain
A/N: Evanescence's songs inspire me. Really, they do. There will be a lot of songfics in my stories very, very soon. "Taking Over Me" belongs to Evanescence and Matrix belongs to the Wachowski sisters. Uhh, brothers. (What? Didn't they both get sex change operations or something?)
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You don't remember me
But I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard
not to think of you
But who can decide what they dream?
And dream I do...
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Who am I?
I barely knew the answer to that question when I woke up a couple days ago. It scared me. Then I remembered that I was Carrie Walker. Successful Chicago lawyer. And I hated what I was.
My maid says I was in a coma. She says I was in a car crash.
I don't remember it.
I just feel empty. That's really the only thing I'm aware of. That I feel hollow. Something's missing, and I wish I knew what it was. I don't really know anything anymore.
My maid also says I have amnesia. But I know enough to know that when you have amnesia, you know that there's memories in the back of your head that you can't reach.
I don't have that. I only remember one thing, and I don't really remember it. Him.
I just have to find him.
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I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
You're taking over me
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I know I was in love. And I have to find him. I want to remember him. I need him.
A/N: What did you think? I think it sucked. But I think everything sucks. DOWN WITH EVERYTHING.
by Nain
A/N: Evanescence's songs inspire me. Really, they do. There will be a lot of songfics in my stories very, very soon. "Taking Over Me" belongs to Evanescence and Matrix belongs to the Wachowski sisters. Uhh, brothers. (What? Didn't they both get sex change operations or something?)
---
You don't remember me
But I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard
not to think of you
But who can decide what they dream?
And dream I do...
---
Who am I?
I barely knew the answer to that question when I woke up a couple days ago. It scared me. Then I remembered that I was Carrie Walker. Successful Chicago lawyer. And I hated what I was.
My maid says I was in a coma. She says I was in a car crash.
I don't remember it.
I just feel empty. That's really the only thing I'm aware of. That I feel hollow. Something's missing, and I wish I knew what it was. I don't really know anything anymore.
My maid also says I have amnesia. But I know enough to know that when you have amnesia, you know that there's memories in the back of your head that you can't reach.
I don't have that. I only remember one thing, and I don't really remember it. Him.
I just have to find him.
---
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
You're taking over me
---
I know I was in love. And I have to find him. I want to remember him. I need him.
A/N: What did you think? I think it sucked. But I think everything sucks. DOWN WITH EVERYTHING.