Jul 07, 2004 19:47
The Blowers Daughter
Damien Rice
And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in the sky
(chorus)
And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower's daughter
The pupil in denial
(chorus)
Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?
(chorus)
My mind...my mind...
'Til I find somebody new
I have always believed that a journal must serve a purpose. This journal can no longer serve the purpose for me that I intended for it. With a heavy hand, and a heavier heart, this journal is now sealed.
This journal was never meant to be private, only safe. My safe space is no longer safe for me.