every single night the same arrangement
i go out and fight the fight.
still i always feel the strangest strangement
nothing here is real, nothing here is right.
i’ve been making shows of trading blows
just hoping no one knows
that i’ve been going through the motions
walking through the part.
nothing seems to penetrate my heart
i was always brave and kind of rightous,
now i find i’m wavering.
crawl out of your grave you’ll find this fight,
just doesn’t mean a thing.
vampire: she ain’t got that swing
buffy: thanks for noticing!
vampires/demon: she does pretty well with things from h*ll
but lately we can tell she’s been going through the motions.
faking it somehow.
she’s not even half the girl she….ow
buffy: will i stay this way forever?
sleep walk through my life’s endeavor.
hostage guy: how can i repay you…?
i don’t want to be…
going through the motions,
loosing all my drive
i can’t even see, if this is really me
and i just want to be….