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It wasn’t the fighting that wore me down
Everyone has rough patches
It wasn’t feeling like I was an observer
Everyone feels like that at times
It wasn’t even the times I felt like a fool
For daring to get upset about things
That I had every right to
I lost count the number of occasions
That I held my tongue for the sake of a quiet time
Despite how that made me feel about myself
It wasn’t even those moments when I had to
Listen to what I was doing wrong and
How I never understood
Even though I know you better
Than you know yourself
The countless times I had to listen to you
Sob and try to explain why you said what you said
All the times I surrendered my identity
To tell you
“It’ll be ok”
“You’re strong”
“You’ll make it, just you see”
Just to have to ask you if you could
Hold me and tell me things would be ok
To try and always understand your viewpoint
And to bury mine in case it disagreed with
Your version of events and we fought again
To choke on words of anger and to try and find
Supportive words
To know that I was being too nice
About it all when logic dictates that I should
Shout and scream at you
Because that’s how you deal with problems
And it wasn’t those times when
I couldn’t try and tell you how sad I felt
Because it conflicted with something else
You were doing
It wasn’t being made to feel like an obligation
To be fitted in around other things when you
Felt you had the time to be there for me
No
None of these things are why
We now pretend we’ll stay “friends”
I could handle all of that stuff
Standing on my head
It was smashing myself to pieces
Against a wall of indifference
That finally made me wake up
And escape with my mind intact
Everyone has rough patches
It wasn’t feeling like I was an observer
Everyone feels like that at times
It wasn’t even the times I felt like a fool
For daring to get upset about things
That I had every right to
I lost count the number of occasions
That I held my tongue for the sake of a quiet time
Despite how that made me feel about myself
It wasn’t even those moments when I had to
Listen to what I was doing wrong and
How I never understood
Even though I know you better
Than you know yourself
The countless times I had to listen to you
Sob and try to explain why you said what you said
All the times I surrendered my identity
To tell you
“It’ll be ok”
“You’re strong”
“You’ll make it, just you see”
Just to have to ask you if you could
Hold me and tell me things would be ok
To try and always understand your viewpoint
And to bury mine in case it disagreed with
Your version of events and we fought again
To choke on words of anger and to try and find
Supportive words
To know that I was being too nice
About it all when logic dictates that I should
Shout and scream at you
Because that’s how you deal with problems
And it wasn’t those times when
I couldn’t try and tell you how sad I felt
Because it conflicted with something else
You were doing
It wasn’t being made to feel like an obligation
To be fitted in around other things when you
Felt you had the time to be there for me
No
None of these things are why
We now pretend we’ll stay “friends”
I could handle all of that stuff
Standing on my head
It was smashing myself to pieces
Against a wall of indifference
That finally made me wake up
And escape with my mind intact
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I think I speak for myself and Goatboy when I say: "Welcome back Michael Corleone."
What has the League Of Gentlemen got to do with Goatboys words?
Filmbuff, you have a go at writing something and then we'll see how it really should be. Go on...
Filmbuff, you have a go at writing something and then we'll see how it really should be. Go on...
Same as the rest, it's a great piece of work.
But I have no reply.
But I have no reply.
I read it and thought it was written exceptionally well.
Read, and appriciated it.
Not sure what else to say, but I want you to know I read it, so you don't think it went unnoticed.
Not sure what else to say, but I want you to know I read it, so you don't think it went unnoticed.
It's difficult to reply to something like this. Needless to say, there won't be many replies, but they would all have read it, and have opinions which we can't find.
That's sad, but somehow...I don't know.
By the way, I got to the end, and went back and read it again.
By the way, I got to the end, and went back and read it again.
It wasn’t the fighting that wore me down
Everyone has rough patches
It wasn’t feeling like I was an observer
Everyone feels like that at times
It wasn’t even the times I felt like a fool
For daring to get upset about things
That I had every right to
I lost count the number of occasions
That I held my tongue for the sake of a quiet time
Despite how that made me feel about myself
It wasn’t even those moments when I had to
Listen to what I was doing wrong and
How I never understood
Even though I know you better
Than you know yourself
The countless times I had to listen to you
Sob and try to explain why you said what you said
All the times I surrendered my identity
To tell you
“It’ll be ok”
“You’re strong”
“You’ll make it, just you see”
Just to have to ask you if you could
Hold me and tell me things would be ok
To try and always understand your viewpoint
And to bury mine in case it disagreed with
Your version of events and we fought again
To choke on words of anger and to try and find
Supportive words
To know that I was being too nice
About it all when logic dictates that I should
Shout and scream at you
Because that’s how you deal with problems
And it wasn’t those times when
I couldn’t try and tell you how sad I felt
Because it conflicted with something else
You were doing
It wasn’t being made to feel like an obligation
To be fitted in around other things when you
Felt you had the time to be there for me
No
None of these things are why
We now pretend we’ll stay “friends”
I could handle all of that stuff
Standing on my head
It was smashing myself to pieces
Against a wall of indifference
That finally made me wake up
And escape with my mind intact
Everyone has rough patches
It wasn’t feeling like I was an observer
Everyone feels like that at times
It wasn’t even the times I felt like a fool
For daring to get upset about things
That I had every right to
I lost count the number of occasions
That I held my tongue for the sake of a quiet time
Despite how that made me feel about myself
It wasn’t even those moments when I had to
Listen to what I was doing wrong and
How I never understood
Even though I know you better
Than you know yourself
The countless times I had to listen to you
Sob and try to explain why you said what you said
All the times I surrendered my identity
To tell you
“It’ll be ok”
“You’re strong”
“You’ll make it, just you see”
Just to have to ask you if you could
Hold me and tell me things would be ok
To try and always understand your viewpoint
And to bury mine in case it disagreed with
Your version of events and we fought again
To choke on words of anger and to try and find
Supportive words
To know that I was being too nice
About it all when logic dictates that I should
Shout and scream at you
Because that’s how you deal with problems
And it wasn’t those times when
I couldn’t try and tell you how sad I felt
Because it conflicted with something else
You were doing
It wasn’t being made to feel like an obligation
To be fitted in around other things when you
Felt you had the time to be there for me
No
None of these things are why
We now pretend we’ll stay “friends”
I could handle all of that stuff
Standing on my head
It was smashing myself to pieces
Against a wall of indifference
That finally made me wake up
And escape with my mind intact
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