Songs don't always come from the places you expect them to. A case in point. Is the girl I am sad about, really what I'm sad about, or is it something else?
Rejection isn't new, it's just a different take on an old tune.
I wonder what on earth you're doing today
Now you don't talk to me
So many miles away
I had an excuse
To think of someone new
But she'll never do
She's not you
But god forbid I ever forget
How I felt that day
I still don't feel regret
And I still have so much to say
I hoped that I would marry you
And I still do
Oh Sarah you spoke to my soul
And now it's gone
The story left untold
Standing on a precipice
Hating life itself
A man don't come back from that
How can I forget?
Oh Sarah marry me please
Take me back
I'm begging on my knees
I never knew how much I needed you
But I still do
An illusion to cover my mistakes
I feel so guilty for hurting you that way
It doesn't matter what others say or do
I'm still in love with you
My dreams are gone, but I like to think of you
In the evening, or mid afternoon
As the sun shines through the glass
I feel the warmth I knew
It will never do
She's not you.
Oh Sarah a ring was not enough
To keep my heart from being crushed
Love's assault everything I knew
Was not enough for you
Oh Sarah what was wrong with me?
How didn't I begin to meet your needs?
Was it too much to soon,
To be so in love with you?
It seems forgiveness didn't come too soon
But I've forgiven you
And I moved on too
I still miss your little smile
I'll think of it awhile
While I dream of you
Like I always do
Oh Sarah how did you know?
When to hold on, and when to let go?
I gave you everything
How much I trusted you
I don't know why I still do
Oh Sarah marry me please
I'll do anything
I'm begging on my knees
I've never needed anything like I need you
This will never do
Nothing will ever be you.
.....
And so it goes. The deeper into the rabbit hole I go, the deeper I regret. I hate myself for so many things that I don't even know where to start.
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