Wednesday, 13 June 2012
WHY CAN'T I GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD?
I just want to be me again.
“Sometimes late at night I think about all the things that have been, all the things that haven’t been and all the things yet to be. If my heart could explode into a billion tiny pieces and scatter themselves all over the world. If I could live on sunlight and the city sounds and fall asleep in those thousands of lighted windows. I wonder if this world will ever make sense to me, if I will ever truly understand anything… and if there’s really anything to understand at all.”
The funny thing about love is that you never know how hard you're falling until you hit the ground.
I guess I thought you'd be here forever, another illusion I chose to create. Don't know what you got until it's gone. And I found out just a little too late.
The way we get to live forever is through memories stored in the hearts and souls of those whose lives we touch. That’s our soul print. Its our comfort, our emotional nourishment at the end of the day and the end of a life. How wonderful that they are called up at will and savored randomly. It seems to me we should spend our lives in a conscious state of creating these meaningful moments that live on. Memories matter.
Well I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette. A lifeless face that you'll soon forget. My eyes are damp from the words you left ringing in my head, when you broke my chest. And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one. Cause most of us are bitter over someone. Setting fire to our insides for fun, to distract our hearts from ever missing them. But I'm forever missing him.
Most people think I've crossed the line. But the truth is there is no line. There's only your life, how you mess it up, and who's there to save you. You don't know where I'm coming from. Don't ever assume you do.
Be loved but never love. Attach but never combine. Trip but never fall. To be broken is better than to be shattered. Talk of your strength but never of your past. Be trustworthy but never trust. Be cracked, but never open.
I really do just want you to be happy. But if there's any way I could be that happiness, let me know.
I don't get attached. I don't want a relationship unless you can prove to me you're not all the same. No, your words don't mean shit to me. No, I don't trust you. No, I don't believe you. Promises are nothing but empty words to me. I know I'm not your one and only so don't tell me I am. No, my smile doesn't make your day. No, my laughter isn't music to your ears. No, I'm not too good to be true, so start with the truth. If I'm what you want, tell me why and tell me often. Tell me you love me, but only if you mean it.
And I've seen this all before, things shouldn't have gone this far. We shouldn't have gotten so close but what made me believe? Was it the girl who made him forget all he’s known every time he looked into her eyes? Or was it the boy who decided to give up his heart and run away? Today is gone, tomorrow is mine, but I'm still alone.
I don't think that you understand, like, really comprehend this. I’m not over-exaggerating, I’m not saying it just to say it, and I sure as hell am not lying. There isn't anyone else who has a chance right now because all I want is you. But I guess when I really think about it, it always comes down to me and you. You have my whole heart. For better or for worse you are the one I have feelings for. And no other person could even measure up.
It'd be interesting to see the look on your face when you realize it's me you should've been with this whole time.
I gathered all my strength that night not to do it. It wasn't easy but I carried myself off the floor and I constantly need to pick myself up everyday. It's a struggle but I do it, because I know there's a whole life out there, there's a world out there
It's too late to be saved by your charm, we'll never get this right. Your words are cold, and the season is too. The comfort in your voice is gone. Don't keep in touch, I'm better off all alone. You've lost everything that I've loved. So is it worth this time? Am I done in your mind? Will I regret once you're gone? Why did I ever think that we would, we would be good?