Don't You Want Somebody To Love
Why is the human mind always bound to
wonder, doubt, dream, hope, obsess, fantasize, question, desire, trust, wish, anticipate, expect, hesitate, ...
at the wrong time?
I hate doubting things. And I don't really doubt alot of things for that matter. But when I do I feel so insecure about myself and everything that's going on. I think I make small problems seem immense, just like taking a magnifying glass on small prints in a book.
Is it wrong to doubt?
Or is it more like a defense-mechanism, that can't be turned off, to make sure one doesn't get hurt.
How about questioning things? Could it be considered doubting?
And isn't wishing another form of doubting what you have and wanting something better?
...Did that make any sense at all?
Doubt
It seems to have taken a big role these days.
Well, you know what? It's time to get rid of it thoroughly. Cuz I'm sick and tired of it, dammit.
On the contrary...
There are alot of things I've become so sure of that I don't need to worry about doubting.
I'm sure of my future. I'm sure of my plans. Sure of my beliefs (that are still in the making)
And I'm exceptionally sure of not only spending but also sharing all these things with you.
Okay... time for some explainin'
Baby, I love listening to you. I know you hate it when I don't say alot...
But the things you say strike a powerful nerve in me; doesn't matter what you're talking about.
So, please don't be upset or disapointed with the lack of my input.
It's as if everything you say is secretly buried deep in my head, just waiting to be acquired by my consciousness. In a way you're teaching me more about myself by simply talking to me. What I'm trying to say is I can't get enough of your mind.
You are my white rabbit that I have to follow. You are my aid to break out of the box. That mirror that we see every day, with the distorted illusions? You've broken it.
You're setting me free, letting me live, handing me the key to unlock what I'm here for. That destiny.
Such horrible illumination on ones future, isn't it? And only you know. That dirty little secret.
Against the world? Forever and always. Living for each other? Damn straight.
Two halves of a whole damnation of humanity might have found each other.
And there is no what ifs, not a doubt in my mind.
wonder, doubt, dream, hope, obsess, fantasize, question, desire, trust, wish, anticipate, expect, hesitate, ...
at the wrong time?
I hate doubting things. And I don't really doubt alot of things for that matter. But when I do I feel so insecure about myself and everything that's going on. I think I make small problems seem immense, just like taking a magnifying glass on small prints in a book.
Is it wrong to doubt?
Or is it more like a defense-mechanism, that can't be turned off, to make sure one doesn't get hurt.
How about questioning things? Could it be considered doubting?
And isn't wishing another form of doubting what you have and wanting something better?
...Did that make any sense at all?
Doubt
It seems to have taken a big role these days.
Well, you know what? It's time to get rid of it thoroughly. Cuz I'm sick and tired of it, dammit.
On the contrary...
There are alot of things I've become so sure of that I don't need to worry about doubting.
I'm sure of my future. I'm sure of my plans. Sure of my beliefs (that are still in the making)
And I'm exceptionally sure of not only spending but also sharing all these things with you.
Okay... time for some explainin'
Baby, I love listening to you. I know you hate it when I don't say alot...
But the things you say strike a powerful nerve in me; doesn't matter what you're talking about.
So, please don't be upset or disapointed with the lack of my input.
It's as if everything you say is secretly buried deep in my head, just waiting to be acquired by my consciousness. In a way you're teaching me more about myself by simply talking to me. What I'm trying to say is I can't get enough of your mind.
You are my white rabbit that I have to follow. You are my aid to break out of the box. That mirror that we see every day, with the distorted illusions? You've broken it.
You're setting me free, letting me live, handing me the key to unlock what I'm here for. That destiny.
Such horrible illumination on ones future, isn't it? And only you know. That dirty little secret.
Against the world? Forever and always. Living for each other? Damn straight.
Two halves of a whole damnation of humanity might have found each other.
And there is no what ifs, not a doubt in my mind.