Feelings...Pain...Fear
I keep myself busy.
I don't talk to anyone.
I'm far removed from everything real.
I keep the tv on at all times.
I can't stand the silence.
I need the hustle and bustle to keep my thoughts in check.
I want to hear...but I won't let myself.
I hate you, but I love you, but I hate you again.
I'd hate you for making me love you, but I hate being forced to choose.
I hate choice.
I hate that the choices are mine.
I hate how I feel inside.
I only have peace for a few hours of the day when I can put it all out of my head.
Where are they?
Where are those who are to stand with me, in the gap...in the trenches?
As if anger and harsh words were really affectual.
As if his tone would make it better.
He is so consumed with himself...he never thinks about the others.
He feels pain, so, so should you.
You should feel his aches and groan with him.
I hate that I love you.
I hate it because it haunts me.
I hate it because it makes me vulnerable, and because you make it harder.
You push me up against the wall, you put me in a corner, what can I do against you?
What force have I to push you away?
I want you to hold me...the way you used to...the way you did for a night.
I felt at home, I felt safe...except from myself.
You can't tell me what I need to hear...you couldn't tell me then either.
I do not want to be alone...physically alone.
I want to see and feel the love that I know exists in this world.
I know there has to be someone out there, and yeah I thought you were him...but I know that you are someone that loves me...but I don't understand why you press me so hard.
I'm not you.
I am here, doing my best...trying to stay alive long enough to make it Home.
I feel safe for a while...and then I feel alone...but I was alone there too...because you failed me.
You were supposed to be my best friend.
You were supposed to help.
One night is not enough.
I would die before letting you down...but here I am.
You let me down, and I let you down.
Whose expectations were too high?
You aren't God...but neither am I.
If I don't find that love I need where I should have...then I'll find it where I shouldn't.
I'm just a little girl deep down inside looking for somebodys approoval.
I'm just a scared little girl who needs protection, love, and stability.
Where were the ones who stand behind the Princess...where's my royal guard?
They are tired, burnt out, or too busy to be there when life and death... happened...cest la vie
Adieu
Et Tu Brute'... Et Tu.
I don't talk to anyone.
I'm far removed from everything real.
I keep the tv on at all times.
I can't stand the silence.
I need the hustle and bustle to keep my thoughts in check.
I want to hear...but I won't let myself.
I hate you, but I love you, but I hate you again.
I'd hate you for making me love you, but I hate being forced to choose.
I hate choice.
I hate that the choices are mine.
I hate how I feel inside.
I only have peace for a few hours of the day when I can put it all out of my head.
Where are they?
Where are those who are to stand with me, in the gap...in the trenches?
As if anger and harsh words were really affectual.
As if his tone would make it better.
He is so consumed with himself...he never thinks about the others.
He feels pain, so, so should you.
You should feel his aches and groan with him.
I hate that I love you.
I hate it because it haunts me.
I hate it because it makes me vulnerable, and because you make it harder.
You push me up against the wall, you put me in a corner, what can I do against you?
What force have I to push you away?
I want you to hold me...the way you used to...the way you did for a night.
I felt at home, I felt safe...except from myself.
You can't tell me what I need to hear...you couldn't tell me then either.
I do not want to be alone...physically alone.
I want to see and feel the love that I know exists in this world.
I know there has to be someone out there, and yeah I thought you were him...but I know that you are someone that loves me...but I don't understand why you press me so hard.
I'm not you.
I am here, doing my best...trying to stay alive long enough to make it Home.
I feel safe for a while...and then I feel alone...but I was alone there too...because you failed me.
You were supposed to be my best friend.
You were supposed to help.
One night is not enough.
I would die before letting you down...but here I am.
You let me down, and I let you down.
Whose expectations were too high?
You aren't God...but neither am I.
If I don't find that love I need where I should have...then I'll find it where I shouldn't.
I'm just a little girl deep down inside looking for somebodys approoval.
I'm just a scared little girl who needs protection, love, and stability.
Where were the ones who stand behind the Princess...where's my royal guard?
They are tired, burnt out, or too busy to be there when life and death... happened...cest la vie
Adieu
Et Tu Brute'... Et Tu.