30 days til I'm done
what do you do when sleep won't come
when the tears won't come
and he's not there
what do you do when peace won't come
when the year isn't done
and he's not there
what do you do when the sun won't rise
when the stars don't shine
and he's not there
what do you do when you miss someone
when the boy has gone
and he's not there
what do I do when there's nothing to do
but think of you
and you're not here
When we shut out the painful memories do they take the good ones with them? And then once you open the door to grab that one good one, the bad ones pile out with it. I find it harder and harder to find nice, good memories, without having a bad one associated with it or preceeding it. I'm convinced the past has already stolen precious moments from the future that aren't even mine yet. The first song I heard on the radio on my drive home on Halloween was Snow Patrol. I don't even need the music to play the song in my head. I can't take my eyes off the lyrics, I just keep reading them over and over and over and over.
"I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done
And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do
Light up...
Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads
Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess"
- Snow Patrol
I was so good when we said goodbye. You would have been proud of me. I have no idea why this is coming out right now, probably because I haven't taken my anti-depressants in a month. I've decided to go off them. I needed them to get me through last year, but I can do it alone from now on.
He's doing good he says. He promised me not to volunteer to go off on any missions or anything that might get him hurt. He always tells me not to worry but he knows I still will. He filmed a holiday greeting for Thanksgivings day and Christmas already! So if you see him, it's SPC David L. Burrows, from Gresham, Oregon, on the news at night, please let me know. It would mean a lot to me.
I need to get out of here, I need to listen to the waves crash against the beach, see the infinite shades of gray. I need to have a good time with my friends, see them happy, and not worry about being tired, money, homework, David or anything else. And I need to have a good cry.
when the tears won't come
and he's not there
what do you do when peace won't come
when the year isn't done
and he's not there
what do you do when the sun won't rise
when the stars don't shine
and he's not there
what do you do when you miss someone
when the boy has gone
and he's not there
what do I do when there's nothing to do
but think of you
and you're not here
When we shut out the painful memories do they take the good ones with them? And then once you open the door to grab that one good one, the bad ones pile out with it. I find it harder and harder to find nice, good memories, without having a bad one associated with it or preceeding it. I'm convinced the past has already stolen precious moments from the future that aren't even mine yet. The first song I heard on the radio on my drive home on Halloween was Snow Patrol. I don't even need the music to play the song in my head. I can't take my eyes off the lyrics, I just keep reading them over and over and over and over.
"I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done
And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do
Light up...
Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads
Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess"
- Snow Patrol
I was so good when we said goodbye. You would have been proud of me. I have no idea why this is coming out right now, probably because I haven't taken my anti-depressants in a month. I've decided to go off them. I needed them to get me through last year, but I can do it alone from now on.
He's doing good he says. He promised me not to volunteer to go off on any missions or anything that might get him hurt. He always tells me not to worry but he knows I still will. He filmed a holiday greeting for Thanksgivings day and Christmas already! So if you see him, it's SPC David L. Burrows, from Gresham, Oregon, on the news at night, please let me know. It would mean a lot to me.
I need to get out of here, I need to listen to the waves crash against the beach, see the infinite shades of gray. I need to have a good time with my friends, see them happy, and not worry about being tired, money, homework, David or anything else. And I need to have a good cry.