Say hello to all the boys on top of this table that your under
I just saw something I didn't want to see. Something at one point that was fine, but at this point is totally horrible. Horrible in the most classic sense of the word. To be in horror. I'm in complete shock of myself and others.
I mean, everyone has past. Everyone's done things, or people, or has memories or whatever. Your past is to be respected and learned from. And moved on from. Its so frustrating that other people's past has such a huge effect on me. I wasn't even there, for christs sake. But look at us now, paying the price. You and who you are because of who you were. And I will be who I will be because of who you are. (This is turning into a funeral for friend song, and I want out. . .NOW)
The past is over. Lets move on. Thats not who we are anymore. I'm certainly trying. What a wasted life of fear and insecurity. Of self doubt. self loathing perhaps.
I think I'm the kind of person that no one appreciates until its too late. I know I'm not who you wanted me to be or who you thought I'd be, but here I am. I'm all wrong, but I'm all right, in that classic juxtaposition sort of way. Paint by number fantasies are for suckers. And I learned from a good friend this weekend that you should never let time or circumstances stand in the way of your happiness. So quit standing in your own way and lets get it together.
I've been waiting for you. And lets be honest, I don't wait for anyone.
I mean, everyone has past. Everyone's done things, or people, or has memories or whatever. Your past is to be respected and learned from. And moved on from. Its so frustrating that other people's past has such a huge effect on me. I wasn't even there, for christs sake. But look at us now, paying the price. You and who you are because of who you were. And I will be who I will be because of who you are. (This is turning into a funeral for friend song, and I want out. . .NOW)
The past is over. Lets move on. Thats not who we are anymore. I'm certainly trying. What a wasted life of fear and insecurity. Of self doubt. self loathing perhaps.
I think I'm the kind of person that no one appreciates until its too late. I know I'm not who you wanted me to be or who you thought I'd be, but here I am. I'm all wrong, but I'm all right, in that classic juxtaposition sort of way. Paint by number fantasies are for suckers. And I learned from a good friend this weekend that you should never let time or circumstances stand in the way of your happiness. So quit standing in your own way and lets get it together.
I've been waiting for you. And lets be honest, I don't wait for anyone.