Fists of Fire

Ain’t no one fucks with Tiny Tifa.

No, no, listen. Don’t listen to me, listen.

It’s a rare man who is taken for what he truly is

There is much misjudgment in the world

We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.

Where have you been?

And what good is that to me that you’re here now?

I like being brave, but I will be a lazy coward again if you think that would be better.

If I do not return, think of me. Farewell.

How can I be cruel? That is for mortals.

Can you really rhyme ‘bloomed’ and ‘ruined’?

I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full.

There are no happy endings because nothing ends.

Why won’t you help me? Why must you always speak in riddles?

Well, men don’t always know when they’re happy.

Everything dies! I want to die when you die.

I can feel this body dying all around me

You are losing my interest, and that is very dangerous.

But I’m always dreaming, even when I’m awake; it is never finished.

My secrets guard themselves. Will yours do the same?

Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. 

I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.

Shut up, you pretentious kneecap!

Love is slowing you down, I will catch you at last, if you love much more.

I’m a little afraid to go home.

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