I've given up on Being understood Nobody believes me When I say that I am good. I can't prove it except in What I do, I can say it But I rather show you How much I love you.
All the tools I have Are the words that I write Sometimes they're all that Get me through Another lonely night. I've been alone more than I've ever been together So many storms Singular I weather.
I'm not afraid to die alone It's the way that I am living I wish you were with me now And I could show you what You really mean to me, with Wind-tossed hair and big Blue eyes, deeper than the skies, I never knew what I was missing Until I saw through your disguise.
Love and loneliness, these two Things I'm feeling, and when I'm Dead, with all done and said, I'm done with all my concealing, Short of breath, another day Toward death, these lonely walls Press in, you are there, so far away And this state will last another day Another month another year, maybe. Even another life, perhaps, who knows But happiness is what I wish, and the End of the story as it goes.
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Being understood
Nobody believes me
When I say that I am good.
I can't prove it except in
What I do, I can say it
But I rather show you
How much I love you.
All the tools I have
Are the words that I write
Sometimes they're all that
Get me through
Another lonely night.
I've been alone more than
I've ever been together
So many storms
Singular I weather.
I'm not afraid to die alone
It's the way that I am living
I wish you were with me now
And I could show you what
You really mean to me, with
Wind-tossed hair and big
Blue eyes, deeper than the skies,
I never knew what I was missing
Until I saw through your disguise.
Love and loneliness, these two
Things I'm feeling, and when I'm
Dead, with all done and said,
I'm done with all my concealing,
Short of breath, another day
Toward death, these lonely walls
Press in, you are there, so far away
And this state will last another day
Another month another year, maybe.
Even another life, perhaps, who knows
But happiness is what I wish, and the
End of the story as it goes.