Buffy:
Every single night
The same arrangement
I go out and fight the fight
Still I always feel
This strange estrangement
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 Храбрая сердцем
And kind of righteous
Now I find I’m wavering
Crawl out of Ты grave
You find this fight just
Doesn’t mean a thing
Vampire:
She ain’t got that swing
Buffy:
Thanks for noticing
Demon and vamps:
She does pretty well with fiends from hell
But lately we can tell...