April 9th, 2021

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- time jump because writer's block sucks -

Kurt had gone with Burt, where I don't know, Blaine was upstairs playing COD with Finn. I grabbed my piano out and decided to figure out the vocals for The Village, 

"No, your mom don't get it

And your dad don't get it
Uncle John don't get it

And you can't tell grandma

'Cause her heart can't take it
And she might not make it" 
Sam came downstairs into my room, I didn't see him,

"They say, "Don't dare, don't you even go there"

"Cutting off your long hair"
"You do as you're told"
Tell you, "Wake up, go put on your makeup"
"This is just a phase you're gonna outgrow"

There's something wrong in the village

In the village, oh
They stare in the village" 
Sam sat down next to me, looking confused but going with it,
"In the village, oh

There's nothing wrong with you

It's true, it's true
There's something wrong with the village
With the village
There's something wrong with the village

Feel the rumors follow you

From Monday all the way to Friday dinner
You got one day of shelter
Then it's Sunday hell to pay, you young lost sinner" 
Sam looked at me, before carefully wiping the tear that was rolling down my cheek,

"Well, I've been there, sitting in that same chair

Whispering that same prayer half a million times
It's a lie, though buried in disciples
One page of the Bible isn't worth a life

There's something wrong in the village

In the village, oh
They stare in the village
In the village, oh

There's nothing wrong with you

It's true, it's true
There's something wrong with the village
With the village
Something wrong with the village"  
Sam wrapped an arm around me,

"There's something wrong in the village

In the village, oh
They stare in the village
In the village, oh

There's nothing wrong with you

It's true, it's true
There's something wrong with the village
With the village
Something wrong with the village"

Sam hugged me, as I finished the song and let all of the tears fall,

"You okay?" I nodded, as I shifted to let Sam hold me completely,

"Yeah, this happens every time I work on my music." Sam began to rub my back in circular motions, sensing that I just needed to cry


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