Love the way you look back in anger

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Some people will understand what i am trying to do here and for the other readers,let me just inform them that this post is a kind of amalgamation of two things I am lately obsessed with(Look Back In Anger,the revolutionary drama by John Osborne and Love the way you lie,the song by Rihanna),where i will just show of how the song echoes the play and vice-versa.The inspiration comes from people who makes me think and so here it goes Alison-Everything about him seemed to burn,his face,the edges of his hair glistened and seemed to spring off his head,and his eyes were so blue and full of the sun.He looked so young and frail,inspite of the tired line of his mouth. Jimmy-Do you remember the first night i saw you at that grisly party?You didn't really notice me,but i was watching you all the evening.You seemed to have a wonderful relaxation of spirit. . ... Alison-I don't think i want anything more to do with love.Any more.I can't take it on...I'm pregnant.Can't you see?He'll suspect my motives at once...Tonight it might be all right we'd make love.But later,we'd both lie awake,watching for the light to come through the little window and dreading it. Jimmy-If only something-something would happen to you,and wake you out of your beauty sleep.If you could have a child,and it would die. (On the first page of our story,the future seemed so bright, Then this thing turned our so evil,i don't know why I'm still surprised Even angel have their wicked schemes,and you take that to new extremes But you'll always be my hero Even though you have lost your mind) . ... Jimmy-Let's pretend that we're human beings,and that we're actually alive.Just for a while.What do you say?Lets pretend we're human.Oh,brother it's such a long time since i was with. Anyone who got enthusiastic about anything. Alison-Don't you understand?It's gone!It's gone!That-that helpless human being inside by body...Don't you see I'm in the mud at last!I'm grovelling!I'm crawling!Oh God (Now there's gravel in our voices,Glass is shattered from the flight In this tug of war you'll always win,even when I'm right Cause you feed me fables from your head, With violent words and empty threats,And it's sick that all these battles,are what keeps me satisfied... Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,But that's alright because i love the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,but that's alright because i love the way you lie...) Jimmy-We'll be together in our bear's cave and our squirrel's dry and we'll live on honey,and nuts-There are cruel steel traps,lying about everywhere,just waiting for rather mad,slightly satanic,and very timid little animals,right? Alison-Oh,poor,poor,bears (So maybe I'm a masochist I try to run,but i don't wanna ever leave Till the walls are going up In smoke with all our memories) Jimmy-I may be a lost cause,but i thought if you loved me,it needn't matter (Baby without you i am nothing,I'm so lost,hug me... But together,we'll live forever,we found the youth fountain Our love is crazy and we are nuts But i refuse counselling) P.S-At a first glance it might appear to be a very simple thing,but then it was not,considering what lines from the text and song i wanted to use to serve and thrust my purpose.

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