Giving up on another
Mar. 24th, 2023 04:58 amSay something I'm giving up on you
This is a very sad song.
It is also something that isn't really fair.
In a way it is begging the other person to beg you to stay.
It is an attempt to feel better about leaving someone.
An assertion or suggestion that you are doing what is best for them.
Often an unspoken wish.
A pre-emptive strike.
This song states it well.
But
Some people don't beg.
Will not cry infront of another.
And
Nobody can know what you want and mean when the words don't match one's true thoughts.
Let's just be friends sounds like I don't care about you.
I can't be just friends comes with the caveat that it
To painful to be around you.
Seeing you is having my heart ripped apart all over again.
So
Please don't torture me, leave me be.
It is hard enough for one to move past someone who is like another world.
Someone who's voice swallows one whole.
When one can see forever in their eyes.
There is no getting over that.
But
Moving past it.
Putting it out of one's mind.
Could be possible,
but not if that person won't let one be
Even then
The mind can torment
Fall back to that past
Like a decent into madness
The way one might poke a sore tooth
Probe a fresh brush
Seeing the pain still there
As strong as ever
As if still fresh
This is a very sad song.
It is also something that isn't really fair.
In a way it is begging the other person to beg you to stay.
It is an attempt to feel better about leaving someone.
An assertion or suggestion that you are doing what is best for them.
Often an unspoken wish.
A pre-emptive strike.
This song states it well.
But
Some people don't beg.
Will not cry infront of another.
And
Nobody can know what you want and mean when the words don't match one's true thoughts.
Let's just be friends sounds like I don't care about you.
I can't be just friends comes with the caveat that it
To painful to be around you.
Seeing you is having my heart ripped apart all over again.
So
Please don't torture me, leave me be.
It is hard enough for one to move past someone who is like another world.
Someone who's voice swallows one whole.
When one can see forever in their eyes.
There is no getting over that.
But
Moving past it.
Putting it out of one's mind.
Could be possible,
but not if that person won't let one be
Even then
The mind can torment
Fall back to that past
Like a decent into madness
The way one might poke a sore tooth
Probe a fresh brush
Seeing the pain still there
As strong as ever
As if still fresh