the real you and things just come out better as notes
okay, so referring to that last blog, there are two poems I wrote about it. The Real You is from the first chance, and then Things Just Come Out Better As Notes is from the end.
The Real You
thinking about what you did,
wondering why you lied, ignoring you excuses,
because we both know they aen't true,
wishing I could just start over,
to forget all about you, you and your stupid lies,
to never encounter the false hopes,
that you might be different,
something more than just another guy,
just like every other guy,
lying and cheating and lacking any common sense,
and you leaving me hurt was just the hard way for me to see,
who you really are,
the hard way of seeing the real you.
Things Just Come Out Better As Notes
sitting here, can't get you out of my head,
waiting for all of the memoties to be dead,
asking myself what I ever saw in you,
was is that you were something new?
no, that couldn't be it,
because you'd have to be something new for that to fit,
why I fell for you, I'll never know,
but never again will you see it show,
because we're over, done and through,
no matter what you think is true,
you had a chance, you blew it,
but we talked and got through it,
when you begged for a second chance, I agreed,
but this time, your empty promises grew like weeds,
you lied, and I found out,
I just wanted to find a way out,
to get away from you and your lies,
the memories, the hurt, your great disguise,
yet you beg and beg for just one more chance,
but this time I won't fall for your romance,
I wish I could go back, to see how you used to be,
to know what you'd be like so I could see,
to not be fooled by your charm,
and to not be played with like a ball of yarn,
looking back I see,
what you really meant to me,
but pondering a thought sort of new,
of what I meant to you,
obviously I didn't mean much,
because if I did, things wouldn't have happened as such,
you made me believe I was something,
something special you valued over everything else,
but I believed wrong,
because you lead me with a false song,
I thought I knew who you were, what you were like,
now everything is unclear like singing into a broken mic,
but I guess that's just how life is,
you try and try to sing your song,
but the words always come out wrong,
and they never mean what we want them to,
when you say you'll be there, you never are,
and as I view my life from afar,
I find the only way for everything to be understood,
just not as we think it would,
when I put you lies into a tune,
I know exactly what you mean, all too soon,
and then I find, much like quotes,
things jsut come out better as notes.
...so yeah....I don't know if it'll make any sense, but I suppose I know exactly what it means.
The Real You
thinking about what you did,
wondering why you lied, ignoring you excuses,
because we both know they aen't true,
wishing I could just start over,
to forget all about you, you and your stupid lies,
to never encounter the false hopes,
that you might be different,
something more than just another guy,
just like every other guy,
lying and cheating and lacking any common sense,
and you leaving me hurt was just the hard way for me to see,
who you really are,
the hard way of seeing the real you.
Things Just Come Out Better As Notes
sitting here, can't get you out of my head,
waiting for all of the memoties to be dead,
asking myself what I ever saw in you,
was is that you were something new?
no, that couldn't be it,
because you'd have to be something new for that to fit,
why I fell for you, I'll never know,
but never again will you see it show,
because we're over, done and through,
no matter what you think is true,
you had a chance, you blew it,
but we talked and got through it,
when you begged for a second chance, I agreed,
but this time, your empty promises grew like weeds,
you lied, and I found out,
I just wanted to find a way out,
to get away from you and your lies,
the memories, the hurt, your great disguise,
yet you beg and beg for just one more chance,
but this time I won't fall for your romance,
I wish I could go back, to see how you used to be,
to know what you'd be like so I could see,
to not be fooled by your charm,
and to not be played with like a ball of yarn,
looking back I see,
what you really meant to me,
but pondering a thought sort of new,
of what I meant to you,
obviously I didn't mean much,
because if I did, things wouldn't have happened as such,
you made me believe I was something,
something special you valued over everything else,
but I believed wrong,
because you lead me with a false song,
I thought I knew who you were, what you were like,
now everything is unclear like singing into a broken mic,
but I guess that's just how life is,
you try and try to sing your song,
but the words always come out wrong,
and they never mean what we want them to,
when you say you'll be there, you never are,
and as I view my life from afar,
I find the only way for everything to be understood,
just not as we think it would,
when I put you lies into a tune,
I know exactly what you mean, all too soon,
and then I find, much like quotes,
things jsut come out better as notes.
...so yeah....I don't know if it'll make any sense, but I suppose I know exactly what it means.