Playing Our Song: How can I just let you walk away?

Jul 20, 2010 00:12

I was making it through the work day okay. I was holding it together.

And then a customer complimented the pretty dragon ring on my finger.

I thanked them, and kept it together long enough to get to the back room.

I put it on from sheer reflex. and I'll keep putting it on, every goddamned day, for the rest of my life.

To love and cherish, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health.

I kept my side of that.

I just can't speak for myself right now, so here's another stupid video, and more lyrics.

But that's all I can do, and that's what I've got to face.

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Against All Odds
Phil Collins

How can I just let you walk away,
Just let you leave without a trace?
When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh
You're the only one who really knew me at all

How can you just walk away from me,
When all I can do is watch you leave?
'Cause we've shared the laughter and the pain,
And even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all

So take a look at me now,
'Cause there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me,
Just the memory of your face
Take a look at me now,
'Cause there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against all odds
And that's what I've got to face

I wish I could just make you turn around,
Turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you,
So many reasons why
You're the only one who really knew me at all

So take a look at me now,
'Cause there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me,
just the memory of your face
Take a look at me now,
'Cause there's just an empty space
But to wait for you,
Well that's all I can do
And that's what I've got to face
Take a good look at me now,
'Cause I'll still be standing here
And you coming back to me is against all odds
And that's what I've got to face, oh, oho

Just take a look at me now ...

... but if you really knew me at all, how could you have said that to me?

pain, playing our song, quelonzia, separation, athelind, love, divorce

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