Things that take your breath away...

Feb 26, 2007 14:04

It's a rare day when I have a car at work. Usually Chris drops me off & picks me up. But today she was tired and the roads were a bit icy in places, so I played chauffer. So instead of eating at the horrible cafeteria here, I drove out to Wendy's for a burger. On the way home, I heard something on the radio that brought me to tears.



Cut for those that may also be caught off guard

Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face
You told me how proud you were, but I walked away
If only I knew what I know today
Ooh, ooh

I would hold you in my arms
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you’ve done
Forgive all your mistakes
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
To hear your voice again
Sometimes I wanna call you
But I know you won’t be there

Ohh I’m sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn’t do
And I’ve hurt myself by hurting you

Some days I feel broken inside but I won’t admit
Sometimes I just wanna hide ’cause it’s you I miss
And it’s so hard to say goodbye
When it comes to this, oooh

Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes
And see you looking back

Ohh I’m sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn’t do
And I’ve hurt myself, ohh

If I had just one more day
I would tell you how much that I’ve missed you
Since you’ve been away
Ooh, it’s dangerous
It’s so out of line
To try and turn back time

I’m sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn’t do
And I’ve hurt myself by hurting you

At this moment I'm awfully mad at myself. For not being able to control myself better. For not being further along than this. It's been five years and it seems silly that I would break down over a Christina Aguilera song, for crying out loud.

Yet I still sit here with tears running down my face. Just because that nerve hasn't been poked in awhile doesn't mean that it's healed.

And her birthday is next week.

suicide, robin

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