Vermilion Pt. 2
I'm not a big fan of saying, "Oh, this song totally sums up my whole life...blah blah blah." Normally, I prefer to let the song speak for itself. But there's this one damn song out there.....and no, I can't totally relate to every little figment of the fucker, but it definitely makes me think a lot of someone. It goes like this:
She seemed dressed in all of me
Stretched across my shame
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me
I'd do anything to have her to myself
Just to have her for myself
Now I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
When she makes me sad
She is everything to me
The unrequited dream
A song that no one sings
The unattainable
She's a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make her real is one more reason
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
When she makes me sad
But I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I catch in my throat
Choke
Torn into pieces
I won't
No
I don't want to be this
But won't let this build inside of me
She isn't real
I can't make her real
Slipknot "Vermilion Pt. 2"
I've been doing a lot of thinking the last couple of weeks, and it's really turned me into to an emotional mess. Up until about a day or two ago, I wasn't able to put my finger on why I've been feeling so shitty about so many things lately. And I think it's mostly because I keep letting things build up (like the song says), and I need to release.
And the first thing I need to release is the fact that I miss Jill.
A lot.
And if I'm ever going to get over her, I need to admit to myself that I do, in fact, miss being with her.
And it hurts like hell, admitting that to myself.
She seemed dressed in all of me
Stretched across my shame
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me
I'd do anything to have her to myself
Just to have her for myself
Now I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
When she makes me sad
She is everything to me
The unrequited dream
A song that no one sings
The unattainable
She's a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make her real is one more reason
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
When she makes me sad
But I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I catch in my throat
Choke
Torn into pieces
I won't
No
I don't want to be this
But won't let this build inside of me
She isn't real
I can't make her real
Slipknot "Vermilion Pt. 2"
I've been doing a lot of thinking the last couple of weeks, and it's really turned me into to an emotional mess. Up until about a day or two ago, I wasn't able to put my finger on why I've been feeling so shitty about so many things lately. And I think it's mostly because I keep letting things build up (like the song says), and I need to release.
And the first thing I need to release is the fact that I miss Jill.
A lot.
And if I'm ever going to get over her, I need to admit to myself that I do, in fact, miss being with her.
And it hurts like hell, admitting that to myself.