Mar 12, 2007 00:01
I wish that he never would've IMed me. I was much better off when we weren't talking, and I hated his guts. It was just a lot simpler. I can't do this anymore. I just don't have the stamina to miss him and trick myself into thinking it'll pay off. Because I know very well that it won't, but I still don't really want to admit that to myself. I just wish I had another option. I'm just very lonely sometimes.
-Sarah
"Send in the Clowns" is an amazing song, and it gets me.
Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me, here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
Send in the clowns
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around
One who can't move
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns
Just when I stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flare
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don't love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry, my dear
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns
Don't bother, they're here
Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year