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Love is not always enough, I’ve learned that it takes guts, courage, and life to provide and then and even then that person may not love you back. You suck it up and deal with it but you still love them because its what you are and what you do that matters regardless of reciprocation because its their loss really.
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| Asking Alexandria: | The tears that stain my cheek must make me look weak, I wear them proudly, I wear them proud |
| Of Mice & Men: | I'll pick up the pieces and earn some respect. |
| A Day To Remember: | I said I'd never let you go, and I never did. I said I'd never let you fall, and I always meant it. |
| Sleeping With Sirens: | There's hope for you tonight. |
| Bring Me The Horizon: | Everything I loved became everything I lost. |
| Accepted music: | Feeling fly like a G6. Yeah, I smoke weed and get drunk. I have sex constantly. |
And the moment will come when composure returns
Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade
Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way
And for once in your life you’ve got nothing to say
And could this be the time when somebody will come
To say, “Look at yourself, you’re not much use to anyone”
Take a walk in the park, take a Valium pill
Read the letter you got from the memory girl
But it takes more than this to make sense of the day
Yeah, it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste
And you trusted to this, and you trusted to that
And when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag
Of the United States of Calamity, hey!
After all that you’ve done, boy, I know you’re going to pay
In the morning you come to the ladies salon
To get all fitted out for The Paperback Throne
But the people are living far away from the place
Where you wanted to help, it’s a bit of a waste
And the puzzle will last until somebody will say
“There’s a lot to be done while your head is still young”
If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind
Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine
Now the trouble is over, everybody got paid
Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came
Then you go to the place where you’ve finally found
You can look at yourself, sleep the clock around
The piano fades out and the credits roll
Sitting still with the faint light of laptops
Words twisted and evil little and good
Form the ideas of schemes in my brain
I say almost as if wanting to believe it myself
Sleep…
But it doesn’t work like that, and there is more
Far far more than I could ever give
Far more choice and fuck ups to suffer
Far more girls and guts to summon
Far away my mind wanders to distant lands
Memories of sorts of things
I need a Hemingway holiday
I need to get laid
I need a coffee and cigarette
I need some more Belle and Sebastian
I need you, perhaps more than I will ever admit.
We feed, and fuck, and fight off life.
We take what we can, we absorb from all around us
We need to do this to survive
We need to do this because we are taught
We do because we are human…
Apparently
(First thing I have written in 18 months forgive the lateness)
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