Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me. I would love to, but I don't.
Title: *shrugs shoulders* I don't know, but, it's not a song title!

Authors Comments: I'm still thinking about things, so until then, I shall pad through some fanfic. Once again, this is not a songfic. Well, not in my head. Use the lines a mini-titles. The song is owned by Adema, it's 'freaking out'. It's very good.

Gravitational Pull

 
I was so much an outcast
No one ever liked me 'cause I wasn't wanted
 
Red's giving me that look again.
Like I'm sand in-between her toes.
Like, she stepped on a fuckin' jelly fish.
 
I swing my boots up on the the table, making sure the buckles jangle as they land.
I'm like a gun slinger, 'cept I don't need a .45 to do damage.
 
I'm Faith; I'm all the damage you're ever gonna see, all in one single human being.
 
'Cause I kept on trippin' over what they said
 
Red's talking.
Her mouth's moving, but I don't hear a word.
Zoned.
Totally.
I don't need to listen to her flat barbs.
She's not Cordelia.
 
Sticks and stones won't even bruise me, let alone a few crappy words from a half assed Wicca wannadie.
 
I was so different from the rest of them all
 
Then in comes the head honcho, the Queen bee, literally.
Come on drones; stand to attention.
Thing is they do.
Fawning, jumping up and down, talking quick.
Places everyone; Buffy Summers is here!
 
I don't move a fuckin' inch.
 
I'm fine here; watching. Her.
 
You keep shootin' those glances
Relating to the rawness, I'm a fuckin' lost kid
 
B flicks me a smile and I want to punch her sweet little face in.
Hey, Faith, I like you, come on everyone, you have to like her too!
Screw you.
I don't need anyone to like me.
I don't want anyone to like me.
I don't want you to like me!
 
How high do they jump if you ask them, B?
 
Trying so hard to become just like me, talk like me, walk like me
You keep trippin' on everything I wear, every time I swear
Even when it comes to my hair
 
I know why you keep me around Buffy.
It's 'cause I'm everything you're not.
I'm everything you wanna be, everything that you dream about.
I'm the slut you keep in your mind.
I'm the bad ass you'd give anything to be, but only for a while.
Because you couldn't handle my life, the way I do things, my choices.
 
You'd cave and beg to go back to fluffy-ville after a fuckin' hour.
You'd melt if you saw inside my head, B.
 
You couldn't walk an inch in my boots.
 
It seems like you don't have the time to relate to my kind
I'm not a dope pullin' your life
 
You sit down next to me, and pat my leg, then carry on your conversation with Giles.
Hiya Girl, shall I take you out for a walk later on?
I feel like a pet.
Better keep me muzzled in case I rip your pretty, little arm off.
 
Spinning round, spinning round, I've fallen down
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
 
I feel like I'm primed and ready to explode in someone's face.
Light my touch paper and get your asses back to a safe distance kiddies.
 
Because Faith's on a mission.
And you know what that mission is?
 
To be remembered.
 
I've hit the ground
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
 
I'm going out in a fuckin' ball of flames, people.
None of you are gonna forget me; especially you B!
I'll exist to you then.
You won't be able to forget me.
 
Because I'll be immortalised.
My face will be cast in stone, and you'll drag it round for the rest of your life.
 
I'm your sentence, Buffy Summers, and you'll get eternity to drown in me, just like I'm drowning in you.
 
I'm crying out, I'm crying out
I cannot seem to keep from freaking out
 
I'm a pressure cooker that's been on all day long.
Someone forgot me and went out.
 
Tick.
I'm just waiting for that one thing.
 
Tick.
That one thing that'll make me blow.
 
Tick.
'Cause we all know it'll happen.
 
Tick.
I can see it in Red's face.
 
Tick.
She knows what I am.
 
Tick.
I'm a fuckin' disaster waiting to happen.
 
Tick.
 
 
I'm a Slayer time bomb!