Friday, April 14, 2006

The Reason Why



I think about how it might have been
We'd spend our days travelin'
It's not that I don't understand you
It's not that I don't want to be with you
But you only wanted me
The way you wanted me

So, I will head out alone and hope for the best
And we can hang our heads down
As we skip the goodbyes
You can tell the world what you want them to hear
I've got nothing left to lose, my dear
So, I'm up for the little white lies
But you and I know the reason why
I'm gone, and you're still there

I'll buy a magazine searching for your face
From coast to coast, or whatever I find my place
I'll track you on the radio, and
I'll sign your list in a different name
But as close as I come to you
It's not the same

So, I will head out alone and hope for the best
We can pat ourselves on the back and say that we tried
And if one of us makes it big
We can spill our regrets
And talk about how the love never dies
But you and I know the reason why
I'm gone, and you're still there

So, steal the show, and do your best
To cover the tracks that I have left
I wish you well and hope you find
Whatever you're looking for
The way I might've changed my mind
But you only showed me the door

So, I will head out alone and hope for the best
We can pat ourselves on the back
And say that we tried
And if one of us makes it big
We can spill our regrets
And talk about how the love never dies
But you and I know the reason why



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For the less well-read and prose-inclined person like myself, I like to think of song lyrics as (sometimes) the cop-out version of having to write an emotional piece.

...

Gosh, whatever happened to the fluff that was ever-present on this site? I've become so... girly. Yeeeesh.

I think it's a symptom of age. Of female hormones. Of rainy nights like this.

Hehehe... one thing tho. I still possess the ability to look back at emotional bouts like this and roll my eyes and laugh - all within the same hour.

So, this must either mean that I still have the same warped sense of humour as ever.. or perhaps a split personality.

Gosh, that would be so cool.

. o O declared Lid at 5:43:00 AM

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