- Aug 26, 2008
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Maybe lost things find a way of coming back to you or maybe they don’t. Maybe the people you love live inside of you and that is how you remember them. That is how you keep loving them. Until then, try to stop lamenting the ones that leave. Sometimes they’ll turn up at your door five years later saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I missed you” and you’ll find that yes, the lost do come back, and if they don’t, well, maybe they weren’t ever yours to begin with.
To me she was like the wind, and I was the leaves on the trees
Awaiting her arrival was what I longed for, just to feel the breeze
And I close my eyes to fight back the tears
I don’t know how to unremember all the years
And I would not ask her to be vulnerable with no intentions of protecting her
She had my quality of attention with no room for neglecting her
And a tear falls that I could not hold back
I wipe it away before anyone notices and it leaves a track
So I do my best impression and try to display strength and I stand
And I stand like a protest, I’m the unmovable man
And it feels like I’ve grown a wishbone where my backbone ought to be
Man I wish I was shallow and did not love so deeply
I’m strongly drawn to both the giver and a receiver
But it’s a day and time where they are neither
Just seem to be a taker
All they do is take
And I’m at the brink where I’m about to break
And to be honest I’m breaking at this very moment
Just seems whatever I do I find not enough enjoyment
And I pray like a CD stuck on repeat
Yet I’m losing faith of my true beliefs
And this is an internal battle that I can’t seem to win
So I give up on the fight before it even begins
And to me she was like the wind and I was the leaves on the trees
And I awaited her arrival, just to feel the breeze
But there is no breeze, just a sky full of rain
As I fight to conceal the tears and the pain.
Maybe lost things find a way of coming back to you or maybe they don’t…..
To me she was like the wind, and I was the leaves on the trees
Awaiting her arrival was what I longed for, just to feel the breeze
And I close my eyes to fight back the tears
I don’t know how to unremember all the years
And I would not ask her to be vulnerable with no intentions of protecting her
She had my quality of attention with no room for neglecting her
And a tear falls that I could not hold back
I wipe it away before anyone notices and it leaves a track
So I do my best impression and try to display strength and I stand
And I stand like a protest, I’m the unmovable man
And it feels like I’ve grown a wishbone where my backbone ought to be
Man I wish I was shallow and did not love so deeply
I’m strongly drawn to both the giver and a receiver
But it’s a day and time where they are neither
Just seem to be a taker
All they do is take
And I’m at the brink where I’m about to break
And to be honest I’m breaking at this very moment
Just seems whatever I do I find not enough enjoyment
And I pray like a CD stuck on repeat
Yet I’m losing faith of my true beliefs
And this is an internal battle that I can’t seem to win
So I give up on the fight before it even begins
And to me she was like the wind and I was the leaves on the trees
And I awaited her arrival, just to feel the breeze
But there is no breeze, just a sky full of rain
As I fight to conceal the tears and the pain.
Maybe lost things find a way of coming back to you or maybe they don’t…..
