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I shouldn't still be awake. I have a final in the morning and homework due tomorrow that I should be getting up early to do, or still be working on now. But I can't. I'm gonna bare my soul a little... I'm not good at this.
Love has a weird power... especially when it ends. It can turn best friends into nothing, or worse, at a moments notice. I had dinner with her the other night. I told her it was hard to say goodbye, knowing that one of these times it would probably be for good, and we'd never see each other again. And I asked a question I had no business asking. But I did anyway. And I knew the answer before I asked the question. I just knew. And it hurts. It shouldn't. It REALLY shouldn't. But it does. And then I left. She told me to call her if I ever needed anything. Made me promise. But that promise meant nothing. There's nothing I will need from her that I won't be able to get somewhere else, not anymore. So I will let her be (with him)... It's time for me to walk away.
Oh no- here comes that sun again.
And (that) means another day without you my friend.
And it hurts me to look into the mirror at myself.
...
...
they say time will make all this go away,
but it's time that has taken my tomorrows and turned them into yesterdays.
And once again that rising sun is droppin' on down
And once again, you my friend, are nowhere to be found.
And it's so hard to do and so easy to say.
But sometimes, sometimes you just have to walk away, walk away and head for the door.
So it's time for me to move on... shouldn't me breaking it off with her been that??? But now where do I go? I need to be just me for a while.... but it's so hard, because whenever my head is empty it drifts to places that were once comforatable, and now feel like hell. And it doesn't help that school is hard and work sucks and all I want is to feel the love through fingers scratching the back of my head, putting me to sleep. A love that is gone. And I'm not saying it shouldn't be. It should. It's just hard. Real hard.
So this is my blues. The heart of it. No fear, I will get through it. And I'm OK. I'm always OK. Because I will get through it. But it's still hard, and it still hurts
Love has a weird power... especially when it ends. It can turn best friends into nothing, or worse, at a moments notice. I had dinner with her the other night. I told her it was hard to say goodbye, knowing that one of these times it would probably be for good, and we'd never see each other again. And I asked a question I had no business asking. But I did anyway. And I knew the answer before I asked the question. I just knew. And it hurts. It shouldn't. It REALLY shouldn't. But it does. And then I left. She told me to call her if I ever needed anything. Made me promise. But that promise meant nothing. There's nothing I will need from her that I won't be able to get somewhere else, not anymore. So I will let her be (with him)... It's time for me to walk away.
Oh no- here comes that sun again.
And (that) means another day without you my friend.
And it hurts me to look into the mirror at myself.
...
...
they say time will make all this go away,
but it's time that has taken my tomorrows and turned them into yesterdays.
And once again that rising sun is droppin' on down
And once again, you my friend, are nowhere to be found.
And it's so hard to do and so easy to say.
But sometimes, sometimes you just have to walk away, walk away and head for the door.
So it's time for me to move on... shouldn't me breaking it off with her been that??? But now where do I go? I need to be just me for a while.... but it's so hard, because whenever my head is empty it drifts to places that were once comforatable, and now feel like hell. And it doesn't help that school is hard and work sucks and all I want is to feel the love through fingers scratching the back of my head, putting me to sleep. A love that is gone. And I'm not saying it shouldn't be. It should. It's just hard. Real hard.
So this is my blues. The heart of it. No fear, I will get through it. And I'm OK. I'm always OK. Because I will get through it. But it's still hard, and it still hurts