"My friend assures me, 'It's all or nothing.'
I am not worried, I am not overly concerned."
As I look down inside I very rarely see my face looking back. On days it's good, it's really good. Its a beautiful woman, and she's holding out her arm calling to me. She dances with me in every movement I make. I can smell her hair, and she's young and innocent. She says "See, I told you...it always gets better. I never went anywhere." I look back at her and I think back to her and float in infinity. She's never changed, she's always stayed the same. Always young, always innocent, always beautiful...and it was love at first sight.
"But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey, or something in between,
And I can always change my name if that's what you mean."
This is one of those days where I fucking hate it. It's not that beautiful female today. It's male, it's my worst enemy. It's ugly, it's harsh, it's death, it's anger. He's laughing at me and he's hurting me as he laughs. He wants my blood and I want his. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. And I know the harder I fight, the more I lose myself to him.
"It seems like I should say, 'As long as this is love...' But it's not all that easy, so maybe I should
Snap her up in a butterfly net and pin her down on a photograph album.
I am not worried cuz I've done this sort of thing before."
Right now I miss her...I wish she was here. And even though she has always returned, I'm afraid of how long till I see her again.Till then I'll fight...always wondering if she's ultimately out of my league, maybe I have underestimated my enemy. Either way, so long as I don't quit, in the end I'll get to die in her arms. Maybe that'll inspire someone stronger than me to rise up, to continue the war.
"And every time she sneezes I believe it's love...."
*Quoted lyrics from Anna Begins by Counting Crows
I am not worried, I am not overly concerned."
As I look down inside I very rarely see my face looking back. On days it's good, it's really good. Its a beautiful woman, and she's holding out her arm calling to me. She dances with me in every movement I make. I can smell her hair, and she's young and innocent. She says "See, I told you...it always gets better. I never went anywhere." I look back at her and I think back to her and float in infinity. She's never changed, she's always stayed the same. Always young, always innocent, always beautiful...and it was love at first sight.
"But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey, or something in between,
And I can always change my name if that's what you mean."
This is one of those days where I fucking hate it. It's not that beautiful female today. It's male, it's my worst enemy. It's ugly, it's harsh, it's death, it's anger. He's laughing at me and he's hurting me as he laughs. He wants my blood and I want his. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. And I know the harder I fight, the more I lose myself to him.
"It seems like I should say, 'As long as this is love...' But it's not all that easy, so maybe I should
Snap her up in a butterfly net and pin her down on a photograph album.
I am not worried cuz I've done this sort of thing before."
Right now I miss her...I wish she was here. And even though she has always returned, I'm afraid of how long till I see her again.Till then I'll fight...always wondering if she's ultimately out of my league, maybe I have underestimated my enemy. Either way, so long as I don't quit, in the end I'll get to die in her arms. Maybe that'll inspire someone stronger than me to rise up, to continue the war.
"And every time she sneezes I believe it's love...."
*Quoted lyrics from Anna Begins by Counting Crows
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