Torn
dontloseyourheat
Posts: 483
Isn't it odd
only my own grief enters my mind
systematically like numbers in binary
everything i see is the input
within moments you are the output
your face stealing my thoughts
thinking about what it will take to get you back
but at the same time someone thinks this too
except she thinks about me
talking to me telling me her dreams
but i dont care, i smile politely
never realizing that the pain i feel is universal
she feels it too but im the cause
and i dont know what to do
i could never love her
a futile effort that i'll never make
every night spent so lonely
rather than an awkward date
And it dawns on me that the way I feel about her
is the way you feel about me
I no longer try, now i just wait
knowing only you can come back
i can't force it
and im sure she waits too
but ill never go to her
because she is not you
im torn between nothing and emptiness
silver can't be platinum
i don't know what to do
only my own grief enters my mind
systematically like numbers in binary
everything i see is the input
within moments you are the output
your face stealing my thoughts
thinking about what it will take to get you back
but at the same time someone thinks this too
except she thinks about me
talking to me telling me her dreams
but i dont care, i smile politely
never realizing that the pain i feel is universal
she feels it too but im the cause
and i dont know what to do
i could never love her
a futile effort that i'll never make
every night spent so lonely
rather than an awkward date
And it dawns on me that the way I feel about her
is the way you feel about me
I no longer try, now i just wait
knowing only you can come back
i can't force it
and im sure she waits too
but ill never go to her
because she is not you
im torn between nothing and emptiness
silver can't be platinum
i don't know what to do
"Don't lose your inner heat...ever" - EV 5/13/06
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isn't that always the way
When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.
by choosing to dump someone for this or that
you wind up getting dumped for this or that
and now you know the external consequence, ie, how the other person felt, as well as the internal one... how YOU feel.
and so you choose again and again and again
and then you die, and get reborn, and get to try it all over again
until eventually you become pure soul, and rather than worship love,
you become it. you find that love is nothingness, and love is emptiness... but the irony actually becomes THAT. that those "things" are actually not the horrible thing we're born to believe...
seems like there should be an easier way, don'cha'think?