I guess all that comes is all that I asked for... is it?
Issues in my life are like math, simple and logical. One of the many examples is how things function around me, people, feelings, thinking, controling and expressing... all pretty simple and basic.
In this particular case what seems to be a rule is me representing a dusty side in some people's lives. As a room for some that might feel depressed, sad, lost and looking for answers; I wrote it before, they just come to me as Alice went for that white rabbit. And I've learnt to love that position I represent, for one simple reason: they need me in a certain way and I provide something for them to feel better.
I'm not gonna lie, is more the sensation of being needed what keeps me still in this position, but it has always been hard by the end of the process itself. How? Well, they seem to get better so they don't need me anymore and they get away... or what could be worst, doesn't seem to be any kind of care for what my person represents, and I just stay in that dusty side for others to come and keep on this sick kind of friendships...
For a while I thought I had the control over this ugly sensation... and I had it. But then it wasn't only one or two, it became a group of people and I just can't take it anymore. 'Cause it's not about attention, it's about how much hurt I could receive, there's only so much I can take... Only one of them has been able to change his treats towards me and I can feel the difference, I'm no longer a part of his dusty side, there's a feedback in our relationship as friends we are for each other.
For the rest, just a reminder of what kind of person I am... you should know, so there. Stop 'cause it doesn't feel good.
Issues in my life are like math, simple and logical. One of the many examples is how things function around me, people, feelings, thinking, controling and expressing... all pretty simple and basic.
In this particular case what seems to be a rule is me representing a dusty side in some people's lives. As a room for some that might feel depressed, sad, lost and looking for answers; I wrote it before, they just come to me as Alice went for that white rabbit. And I've learnt to love that position I represent, for one simple reason: they need me in a certain way and I provide something for them to feel better.
I'm not gonna lie, is more the sensation of being needed what keeps me still in this position, but it has always been hard by the end of the process itself. How? Well, they seem to get better so they don't need me anymore and they get away... or what could be worst, doesn't seem to be any kind of care for what my person represents, and I just stay in that dusty side for others to come and keep on this sick kind of friendships...
For a while I thought I had the control over this ugly sensation... and I had it. But then it wasn't only one or two, it became a group of people and I just can't take it anymore. 'Cause it's not about attention, it's about how much hurt I could receive, there's only so much I can take... Only one of them has been able to change his treats towards me and I can feel the difference, I'm no longer a part of his dusty side, there's a feedback in our relationship as friends we are for each other.
For the rest, just a reminder of what kind of person I am... you should know, so there. Stop 'cause it doesn't feel good.
Lyrics by E For Explosion
Does he know all the things I say to you?
Or am I just wasting my breath on some unspoken truth?
Don't expect me to heal your wounds,
'Cause I don't wanna hear my name,
When you're alone, alone, alone again.
I just wanna feel the same, feel the same, feel the same.
'Cause if you ever go...
I don't think I'll have the strength to follow.
While I've been watching the world we think we know, fall apart.
I've been trying my best to stop asking myself what all of this is for.
'Cause I ain't in the business of saving lives anymore.
I don't think I'm ready to see,
To see the distance between actual, and eventually.
'Cause I've never really been who I was supposed to be,
'Cause all I really wanted to hear is that you feel the same,
I wanna learn to breathe again every time I hear your name.
'Cause if you ever go...
I don't think I'll have the strength to follow.
While I've been watching the world we think we know, fall apart.
I've been trying my best to stop asking myself what all of this is for.
'Cause I ain't in the business of saving lives anymore.
Would this have ever made any sense,
Tell me is it still a mistake to speak of you in the present tense?
And though your kiss still feels more like love, than it does regret.
I don't wanna hear my name,
When you're alone, alone, alone again.
I just wanna feel the same, feel the same, feel the same.
'Cause if you ever go...
I don't think I'll have the strength to follow,
While I've been watching the world we think we know, fall apart.
I've been trying my best to stop asking myself what all of this is for.
'Cause I ain't in the business of saving lives anymore
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