So, this is "Sidewinder":
You hurt me, but I can't get too mad
You're the most precious thing I've
ever had.
You showed me all the things I didn't
see.
Instead what I was not, what I couldn't
be
You did so much for me in just a few
months
More than fifteen years of prescription
drugs.
My life opened up when you took my
hand,
But you took it away for reasons I
can't understand
You knew me so much better than I ever
could,
I'd have said you'd never do this but
apparently you would.
I'm grateful for all you've done to
help me along,
I'm just sick of wondering what went
wrong.
There's no way you could tell yourself
I'd take it well,
You had to know that losing you would
put me through hell.
I needed you and thats why I called and
wrote.
For nearly a year I waited and I hoped.
You cut me off when you had become air
I breathe,
I'm still not over you and everything
you've done for me.
Was temptation too much or was it
something else?
Was it an emergency decision to protect
yourself?
So I was left with denial for almost a
year,
My friends telling me things I refused
to hear
You were so much, the kindest soul I
have ever met.
You call yourself a hedonist, do you
have room for regret?
So I'm still stuck, telling the same
sob story to every new friend
About how much you helped me and how
painfully you made it end.
You knew I would not weather it well,
that I would fall right to the concrete
Knowing I'd go down face first and have
my heart smeared on the street.
That I'd be in a downward spiral I
could not escape,
That I'd hit rock bottom and that I
would break.
I write this shit in circles, I know
I've written this all before.
About how much I miss you and the
internal war
It's been too long and I still see you
in everything,
From drinks to cigarettes and words
that are said to me.
I still remember the conversations we
had every day
I just never realized how it would be
when they were taken away.
I'm only able to be angry you did this
to me, put me through hell
Because you were there to show me how
to respect myself.
You meant more to me than anyone else,
I just want you back,
I can't figure out how to hate you when
I love you like that.
It still hurts and I don't think I'll
ever really get over what we had,
When I fucking love you this much how
the hell can I stay mad?
What does it say when I can't escape
being reminded of you?
My only comfort is knowing that
where-ever you are, this is the truth:
You have these pains and you're unable
to stop seeing me in everything, too.
That concludes "Sidewinder" and we now return you to waiting for me to actually work on more RFTA.
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