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We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Apr 10, 2023 17:02:27 GMT -5
It was getting late You were afraid of yourself Afraid that you might call her That you could not help yourself
And what could I say? It lived in you all day I watched her in your eyes And pass across your face
Like the wind in the water I tried to tell you That is the way that you want her I tried to tell you
You were so afraid To try and pull apart The endless rain You thought of as your heart With blood on your hands From the river inside You try to deny it You never felt the tide
Of the moon pulling closer I tried to tеll you That is the way that you want her I tried to tеll you
Like the wind in the water I will not help you not to feel To tell yourself it was not real And only fools believe
This is what the songs are for This is the dirt beneath the floor I cannot sell you on your own need
Some days there might be Nothing you encounter To stand behind the fragile idea That anything matters I'll feel as useless As a tree in a city park Standing as a symbol of What we have blown apart
You know you break what you treasure I tried to tell you But I'm I'm not sure you remember So I tried to tell you
And though it cannot be measured I tried to tell you Would it kill you to believe in your pleasure? I tried to tell you
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.