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What is Skinny Love? I kept asking myself...
Weeks and Weeks, thousands of repeats and repeats.
I've listened. And I have not given up to the sound of a steel guitar.
I couldn't give up. On something I knew had a deeper different meaning, but was so hidden.
So deep dark, and far down that the heardest of hearts could fall apart.
But the weakest of eyes could sit and stare with catalyst ears.
Immovable force, and an Unstoppable object. Meeting in the middle to form chaos.
Chaos of what?
A love forgotten? No never-
A love never forgiven, but only driven out into the rest of our lives endevours..
A symbolism of a man staring at himself in the mirror, screaming to give himself patience, and to be fine, and to be balanced.. and to be kind.
A Strangelism to love.
A Stronghold on everyone that chooses to enter it.
I tell me love to wreck it all, cut all the ropes and let me fall.
Give it up, it's worthless trying.
Just last the year..
They never do.. They never have.. And it's all just worthless to try.
You can't get past 5 months without feeling pointless.
Right in this moment, is the harded part..
The breaking point, the point at which you realize it's never going to follow.
In the morning I'll be with you and it will be a different kind, And Im holding on the tickets, and you'll be owning all the fines.
I'll be there- but not the same way you are..
You will look at me, and touch me, and hear me differently than I do you.
You are merely a ghost of someone I used to love, and I will keep you here with me, because that ghost is better than nothing at all.
But in the end you are the one to pay, I will hurt you- whether I mean to or not. You will pay.
And now all your love is wasted, and then who the hell was I.
I was the taker of the heart you had to give, I took it and used it for no good.
It's been wasted on me.
And Im breaking at the britches, and at the end of all your lines.
Im guilty, and Im hurting for hurting you, but more over I'm hurting because I've been hurt before.
And I don't want to hurt again- and in the end it comes down to the wall that has been placed in concrete over my heart.
and More over that I can't love anyone else to the full capacity because my wounds havn't healed.
Who will love you? Who will find, who will fall far behind.
I'm Sorry.
But... I'm not really Sorry.
I warned you to be patient. . And I warned you to be fine.
And I warned you to be balanced.. And I warned you to be kind.
Skinny Love is drinking because you need too.
Skinny love is wishing he would give more, but the song says why.
Skinny love is to being the one thats finally not in the position of the chorus.
But in the position of the victim.
But is she really the victim? Because she knew it could happen, and he warned her.
I believe its inevitable. And it's unstoppable.
We walk ourselves into the fire, and expect to not get burnt. Well we are all in denial.
And we are all egotists.
And why is it for once, for the first time in my life I have everything to give and no one wants it.
No one that I want to want it wants it.
And Im lonely.
Im no longer just longing for love because Im alone.
I am lonely.
I am longing to explode into someones heart.
And my heart is hurting with so much pressure.. It's going to break upon it's own emptiness.
And it's a paradox of skeptasism. And a Metaphor for new shit...
It's gonna come, it's gonna happen.
Just never when you need it too.
And that's what makes us stronger.
That's what makes us give in to our deepest feens.
I'll fill it out.
And Find more... Some day.
but I guess I can wait for Skinny Love.
To bloat.
Weeks and Weeks, thousands of repeats and repeats.
I've listened. And I have not given up to the sound of a steel guitar.
I couldn't give up. On something I knew had a deeper different meaning, but was so hidden.
So deep dark, and far down that the heardest of hearts could fall apart.
But the weakest of eyes could sit and stare with catalyst ears.
Immovable force, and an Unstoppable object. Meeting in the middle to form chaos.
Chaos of what?
A love forgotten? No never-
A love never forgiven, but only driven out into the rest of our lives endevours..
A symbolism of a man staring at himself in the mirror, screaming to give himself patience, and to be fine, and to be balanced.. and to be kind.
A Strangelism to love.
A Stronghold on everyone that chooses to enter it.
I tell me love to wreck it all, cut all the ropes and let me fall.
Give it up, it's worthless trying.
Just last the year..
They never do.. They never have.. And it's all just worthless to try.
You can't get past 5 months without feeling pointless.
Right in this moment, is the harded part..
The breaking point, the point at which you realize it's never going to follow.
In the morning I'll be with you and it will be a different kind, And Im holding on the tickets, and you'll be owning all the fines.
I'll be there- but not the same way you are..
You will look at me, and touch me, and hear me differently than I do you.
You are merely a ghost of someone I used to love, and I will keep you here with me, because that ghost is better than nothing at all.
But in the end you are the one to pay, I will hurt you- whether I mean to or not. You will pay.
And now all your love is wasted, and then who the hell was I.
I was the taker of the heart you had to give, I took it and used it for no good.
It's been wasted on me.
And Im breaking at the britches, and at the end of all your lines.
Im guilty, and Im hurting for hurting you, but more over I'm hurting because I've been hurt before.
And I don't want to hurt again- and in the end it comes down to the wall that has been placed in concrete over my heart.
and More over that I can't love anyone else to the full capacity because my wounds havn't healed.
Who will love you? Who will find, who will fall far behind.
I'm Sorry.
But... I'm not really Sorry.
I warned you to be patient. . And I warned you to be fine.
And I warned you to be balanced.. And I warned you to be kind.
Skinny Love is drinking because you need too.
Skinny love is wishing he would give more, but the song says why.
Skinny love is to being the one thats finally not in the position of the chorus.
But in the position of the victim.
But is she really the victim? Because she knew it could happen, and he warned her.
I believe its inevitable. And it's unstoppable.
We walk ourselves into the fire, and expect to not get burnt. Well we are all in denial.
And we are all egotists.
And why is it for once, for the first time in my life I have everything to give and no one wants it.
No one that I want to want it wants it.
And Im lonely.
Im no longer just longing for love because Im alone.
I am lonely.
I am longing to explode into someones heart.
And my heart is hurting with so much pressure.. It's going to break upon it's own emptiness.
And it's a paradox of skeptasism. And a Metaphor for new shit...
It's gonna come, it's gonna happen.
Just never when you need it too.
And that's what makes us stronger.
That's what makes us give in to our deepest feens.
I'll fill it out.
And Find more... Some day.
but I guess I can wait for Skinny Love.
To bloat.