Dual volitions . . .
Dual volitions . . .
Image marred by self-infliction,
private wars on my soul waged,
heart is scarred by dual volitions,
juxtaposed and both engaged.
Kindle flame, a test of faith,
pray help me see it through.
I put all my trust in you
Refine hate and love.
Fall afresh on me.
End this crisis of
Identity.
Draw this darkness out like poison.
Stab, retrieve, again decline.
Help me drive the dagger deeper.
Trace with me explicit line.
Take this blade, a test of faith,
and strike me deep and true.
I put all my trust in you
There's a ton in my mind right now and I don't know how to put it into proper wording.
My cherry blossom tree was destroyed by the storm . . . I drive into my driveway and I see that my cherry blossom tree no longer stands beautifully where it used to . . . I used to play with my action figures at the base of the cherry blossom tree, the cherry blossoms floating down all throughout summer. There is a certain elegance that I can remember, seeing the cherry blossoms flow in the wind when I was a child.
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I had an interview with Deloitte & Touche, LLP today in Buffalo. The funny thing is that I was not worried about the interview at all; there's . . . other stuff to worry about.
When I got home, all I did was fight with my parents over trivial stuff, but it still felt great to be home. All I really wanted was to go home. There's a certain atmosphere at home that I know that everything is alright in the world.
I seem to be stuck between two places and I don't know what to do. No matter what something will drastically change and I'm not sure that I'm going to like it . . . this is a bad omen. Is this all worth it?
Step one you say we need to talk | He walks you say sit down it's just a talk | He smiles politely back at you | You stare politely right on through | Some sort of window to your right | As he goes left and you stay right | Between the lines of fear and blame | And you begin to wonder why you came | Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend | Somewhere along in the bitterness | And I would have stayed up with you all night | Had I known how to save a life
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
What do you know about that? I know all about that.
Image marred by self-infliction,
private wars on my soul waged,
heart is scarred by dual volitions,
juxtaposed and both engaged.
Kindle flame, a test of faith,
pray help me see it through.
I put all my trust in you
Refine hate and love.
Fall afresh on me.
End this crisis of
Identity.
Draw this darkness out like poison.
Stab, retrieve, again decline.
Help me drive the dagger deeper.
Trace with me explicit line.
Take this blade, a test of faith,
and strike me deep and true.
I put all my trust in you
There's a ton in my mind right now and I don't know how to put it into proper wording.
My cherry blossom tree was destroyed by the storm . . . I drive into my driveway and I see that my cherry blossom tree no longer stands beautifully where it used to . . . I used to play with my action figures at the base of the cherry blossom tree, the cherry blossoms floating down all throughout summer. There is a certain elegance that I can remember, seeing the cherry blossoms flow in the wind when I was a child.
l(a
le
af
fa
ll
s)
one
l
iness
I had an interview with Deloitte & Touche, LLP today in Buffalo. The funny thing is that I was not worried about the interview at all; there's . . . other stuff to worry about.
When I got home, all I did was fight with my parents over trivial stuff, but it still felt great to be home. All I really wanted was to go home. There's a certain atmosphere at home that I know that everything is alright in the world.
I seem to be stuck between two places and I don't know what to do. No matter what something will drastically change and I'm not sure that I'm going to like it . . . this is a bad omen. Is this all worth it?
Step one you say we need to talk | He walks you say sit down it's just a talk | He smiles politely back at you | You stare politely right on through | Some sort of window to your right | As he goes left and you stay right | Between the lines of fear and blame | And you begin to wonder why you came | Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend | Somewhere along in the bitterness | And I would have stayed up with you all night | Had I known how to save a life
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
What do you know about that? I know all about that.