The United States of Leland Page #8

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The electricity wasn't

in her eyes, any more.

Her eyes were still reflecting what

was there, but now it was the sadness.

I started to

see it everywhere.

Every face was different,

but the same.

I saw in Ryan

worse than anybody.

All the words they were teaching him

were things to stay away from.

There weren't any words

like "strawberry, or "kiss".

You could tell he really liked

this girl who worked there,

but she just smiled at him.

I started to think that he knew.

He knew that nobody looked

at him like a normal kid.

People either laughed at him

or felt sorry for him.

He couldn't do

anything about it.

He was trapped.

I couldn't sleep.

I hadn't slept since New York.

I was lying there and I'd think about

Mrs Calderon and I'd think about Ryan

and I felt things

tight in my chest.

I felt like I was drowning.

There's all this sadness and

there's nothing you can do about it

and all I wanted

was for it to go away.

When I say, "I don't remember that day",

I'm not lying.

I wish I could remember,

but I don't.

At least, not the

stuff they want me to.

- Christ Jesus.

Oh. God.

It's over.

It's over now.

Maybe it makes sense now.

Maybe somewhere in all of this,

there is a reason.

Maybe somewhere in all of this,

there is a why.

Maybe somewhere

there's that thing

that lets you tie it all up with a neat

bow and bury it in the back yard.

But nothing.

Not getting angry,

not prayers and not tears.

Nothing can make something

that happened unhappen.

- You know I'm sorry, don't you, Pearl?

- I do. I know you are.

It doesn't change anything.

I'm sorry.

The worst part is knowing

that there is goodness in people.

Mostly, it stays deep

down and buried.

And we don't have God because

we're scared of the bad stuff.

Maybe we're really

scared of the good stuff.

'Cos, if there's no God,

that means it's inside of us and we

could be good all the time, if we wanted.

So, when we do bad things,

it'd Be because we want to

or because we have to.

Or maybe we just need

the bad stuff to remind us

what the good stuff is

in the first place.

What are you doing,

you goofball?

Just go around.

Uh...

Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Everything's OK.

Everything's gonna be OK.

I promise.

# Don't go racing

# When you're on your own

# Feet down and raining

# See the jewel flow

# Now that the years

# Seem like memories

# Broken dreams

# How can I turn back around

# Slip back and

join in the crowd?

# If I could love

# you... now

# Don't go racing

# With the world in your head

# There's no generation

# Who

# Now let the fear

# Be memories

# Broken dreams

# How can you turn

back around

# Slip back and join

in the crowd?

# Forces keep pushing me down

# Yet I would love you

# If you could love

everyone around

# If I could love you

# Ballroom lips

# On the way home

# You made up my mind

# And I

# Well, I remained sort of sick

# Now that I know

# What was written in stone

# Dooh dooh-dooh dah

# Dooh-dooh dooh-dooh dah

# Dooh dooh

# Ballroom lips

# Fell on the floor

# You made up my mind

# But I didn't die

# Well, I remained sort of sick

# Now that I know

# What was written in stone

# We used to talk about

# If everything was right

# The way we spent our time

# It's hard to believe

# Gloat on the design

# Glory and laughter

# Hold my entire world

# Believe

# Tumbling

# Out in the yard

# We were given some time...

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