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| Monday, September 19, 2005 |
| sweetest thing. |
i don't think i would have lasted the latter part of yesterday's evening without frank, jay, caco and gerry. they gave the reassurance that i can't rely on myself or any reluctant bastard to give.
but i had one request from some friends not to underestimate my own doubt and daily reality check. I know. And I think my own self-depracation is enough that I don't need THAT kind of validation. I know the signs, i know the indicators. I know. I also know you mean well...which is why i had to tell you straight last night. That it hurts when you keep reminding me. Just like my relationship with the deliberate bastard a few years ago...i know what i'm doing.
And not to worry. My life has not stopped. My life still goes on. And more often than not, I am still happy.
My love, she throws me like a rubber ball
But she won't catch me or break my fall.
Baby's got blue skies up ahead
But in this, I'm a raincloud
You know she wants a dry kind of love.
I wanted to run, but she made me crawl
(Oh, the sweetest thing.)
Eternal fire, she turned me to straw.
I know I got black eyes
But they burn so brightly for her
I guess it's a blind kind of love.
Blue-eyed boy meets a brown-eyed girl.
You can sew it up, but you still see the tear.
Baby's got blue skies up ahead
But in this, I'm a rain-cloud,
Ours is a stormy kind of love.
Sweetest Thing by U2 |
posted by maldita @ 11:32 PM
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