Apr 2014
Written to the music of Passenger: Let Her Go... how apropos ;-)
may you never
know the strike
before it
becomes a blow
may you hope
to escape before
it starts to snow
hope you will never hate
what you've never known
may you only hope
that it will someday end
may you wish
you could only bend
may you never hate
what you've never known
and you've never known
Staring at the bruises on your face
one day you loved and the next you hate
but reality comes slow and you've grown so fast
You see yourself through your own eyes
and one day you'll wonder why
you prayed silently every night
may you never
know the strike
before it
becomes a blow
may you hope
to escape before
it starts to snow
hope you will never hate
what you've never known
may you only hope
that it will someday end
may you wish
you could only bend
may you never hate
what you've never known
Catching tears in the bottom of a glass
bleeding internally, drinking emptiness so fast
but the world won't last
But you see them truly when they rise
rolling so they don't spy upon your thighs
bruised so deep, fingerprints you will keep
may you never
know the strike
before it
becomes a blow
may you hope
to escape before
it starts to snow
hope you will never hate
what you've never known
may you only hope
that it will someday end
may you wish
you could only bend
may you never hate
what you've never known
and you've never known
may you never
know the strike
before it
becomes a blow
may you hope
to escape before
it starts to snow
hope you will never hate
what you've never known
may you only hope
that it will someday end
may you wish
you could only bend
may you never hate
what you've never known
and you've never known
Staring at the bruises on your face
one day you loved and the next you hate
but reality comes slow and you've grown so fast
You see yourself through your own eyes
and one day you'll wonder why
you prayed silently every night
may you never
know the strike
before it
becomes a blow
may you hope
to escape before
it starts to snow
hope you will never hate
what you've never known
may you only hope
that it will someday end
may you wish
you could only bend
may you never hate
what you've never known
Catching tears in the bottom of a glass
bleeding internally, drinking emptiness so fast
but the world won't last
But you see them truly when they rise
rolling so they don't spy upon your thighs
bruised so deep, fingerprints you will keep
may you never
know the strike
before it
becomes a blow
may you hope
to escape before
it starts to snow
hope you will never hate
what you've never known
may you only hope
that it will someday end
may you wish
you could only bend
may you never hate
what you've never known
and you've never known
Been there, done that, worn the bruises, endured what comes after saying NO... I burned the T shirt ;)
(nowhere special)
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