Quiet your tired voice, love,
just drop the angry words,
sing your songs of hurt,
this all just a mistake,
you made up more than you could take,
now you're searching for a way,
frantically seeking an escape.
But I know why you feel so guilty,
part of you still loves me,
I can feel it, breathing,
it's exhaling so weakly,
I dare you to kiss me,
and feel it in your knees.
You heart is shouting so quietly,
"Please, Sarah, this is so silly,
All you got to do is believe,
You know what he can be,
he might be everything you need.
How come you're scared to see?"
You're wrestling your feelings,
"He said words that hurt me.
He doesn't understand these things!
He was never listening!"
"He held you when you cried,
Give him credit, at least he tried.
It's not his fault he was handed an easy life.
Do you really think he hurt you?
Do you really think he's cruel?
And it isn't like he never apologized."
What's keeping you from seeing truth?
Do you regret the things you do?
You don't have to go.
Just so you know.
-I'm not sure if these would fit to the song I've already written. I can give it a shot, but I don't think so.
I'm also on my way to knowing "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls on guitar, and "The Luckiest" by Ben Folds on piano. I started figuring the latter out by ear, but concluded I needed the sheet music. So I got it. I'm super freaking excited.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
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