I keep believin' he's gonna come round soon
I shouldn't have to convince myself that I love my life.
Interpretations don't get you anywhere in real life. Real life requires answers. I can analyze all I want, but I've only learned how to interpret, not investigate. My interpretations give me no comfort. If I only had the answers to my questions, I feel like I would be more content...but sometimes the answers just don't exist. I know that, I know that I sometimes can't give an answer; if I can't, why should I expect them to have that ability?
It's just so frustrating, because without the answers I don't know what course to pursue.
But why do I even need to pursue a course?
Because the paths are there before me, and I am young. I'm too young to patiently accept my life as it is. This is the time I need to spend making my life. I want to make it with someone, I want to share it with someone, because then it's not just my life; it would be our life. The idea of graduating and settling and establishing myself in a lifestyle and then trying to mesh that with someone else's seems silly.
This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you
And some just layed around in bed
And some, they crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some they crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
The emptiness is palpable and painful.
Who will fill it?
Who will love me?
Interpretations don't get you anywhere in real life. Real life requires answers. I can analyze all I want, but I've only learned how to interpret, not investigate. My interpretations give me no comfort. If I only had the answers to my questions, I feel like I would be more content...but sometimes the answers just don't exist. I know that, I know that I sometimes can't give an answer; if I can't, why should I expect them to have that ability?
It's just so frustrating, because without the answers I don't know what course to pursue.
But why do I even need to pursue a course?
Because the paths are there before me, and I am young. I'm too young to patiently accept my life as it is. This is the time I need to spend making my life. I want to make it with someone, I want to share it with someone, because then it's not just my life; it would be our life. The idea of graduating and settling and establishing myself in a lifestyle and then trying to mesh that with someone else's seems silly.
This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you
And some just layed around in bed
And some, they crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some they crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
The emptiness is palpable and painful.
Who will fill it?
Who will love me?