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There's always something running through my head, wearing me down. There's always someone yelling in my world; I let it go. Always something I've forgotten or neglected - I look away. Always some secret anguish in my wellspring of worry. Ever a change inevitable, awaiting me - I let it go. Always packing up my things to leave again; I let it go. Ever disappointment when escape is not enough: I numb the pain. Thinking of myself, no regard for anyone else - I let it go; I let you down. |
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I keep letting go, ready to throw in the metaphorical towel at the drop of a proverbial hat. and every time I swear 'never again', somehow, you bring me back. I can't keep up to your nereid ways; you slip like water away, again - laughing. but to rage against you is like cursing smoke: you're gone before I even inhale. so I sigh and I wait and you come back in time you awake me; I forgive you all over again. |