Honey, it’s been awhile since you loved anything.
It’s been ages since you felt tethered by anyone.
I wonder why you have been so lone, and blue.
I’m floundering about - wondering why you mellow out in your darken soothe.
So why do you do this to yourself?
You’re digging yourself deeper than when you first began.
When did you figure out that shutting down, tuning out, was for the best?
When did you think that shedding your heart would sacrifice an arch of life?
So honey, I will sing you a melody that never dies – telling you everything matters
Anything to make you happy.
Haven’t I told you before?
That the heavens shed its light on you, just for me?
You’re everything.
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So it seems life has withered you pale rose
You’re not your usual ‘love life’ self
You used to spill your words of leisure,
Extracting every moment like if it were your last.
Was it the constant beatings of reality in your ‘cloud 9’ dream?
Or maybe it was the last, seemingly, ‘door of opportunity’ closing in your face?
All your good deeds will succeed,
And then all your true colours will bleed.
Maybe you just need to believe.
Believe.
[This message has been edited by Slack (edited 26 September 2001).]
It’s been ages since you felt tethered by anyone.
I wonder why you have been so lone, and blue.
I’m floundering about - wondering why you mellow out in your darken soothe.
So why do you do this to yourself?
You’re digging yourself deeper than when you first began.
When did you figure out that shutting down, tuning out, was for the best?
When did you think that shedding your heart would sacrifice an arch of life?
So honey, I will sing you a melody that never dies – telling you everything matters
Anything to make you happy.
Haven’t I told you before?
That the heavens shed its light on you, just for me?
You’re everything.
------
So it seems life has withered you pale rose
You’re not your usual ‘love life’ self
You used to spill your words of leisure,
Extracting every moment like if it were your last.
Was it the constant beatings of reality in your ‘cloud 9’ dream?
Or maybe it was the last, seemingly, ‘door of opportunity’ closing in your face?
All your good deeds will succeed,
And then all your true colours will bleed.
Maybe you just need to believe.
Believe.
[This message has been edited by Slack (edited 26 September 2001).]
