Saturday, May 22, 2010

Sometimes...

Sometimes I wish I was a musician...then I could write a song to express how I am feeling. I know that I blog and keep a personal journal, but sometimes I feel like a song would just help me express myself in a more honest way. I have been doing a lot of thinking lately about my personal relationships, professional relationships, and my future. The future does scare me a little bit, but it's mostly the unknown that scares me. I have been doing a lot of thinking about how I perceive people...and it makes me think sometimes that I don't know people as well as I thought I did.

Sometimes you listen to what someone is saying, but you don't really hear what they are trying to tell you.

Sometimes you think you understand how someone is feeling, but you really have no clue.

Sometimes you are so wrapped up in your own shit, that you don't really hear the advice people are trying to give you.

Sometimes you think you know someone so well, but you really don't know one thing about them.

I think a lot of the time we "suffocate" people with our good intentions...not realizing that we are doing more harm than good. I think this is how romantic relationships get into trouble. We like spending so much time with that person, and then end up feeling like a burden. I don't know how to explain it...so I'm going to use someone else's lyrics to explain that feeling...

You never said, you never said, you never said

That it would be this hard
Love is meant to be forever, now or never seems to discard
There's gotta be a better way for me to say
What's on my heart without leaving scars?
Can you hear me when I call your name?

And when you fall apart
Am I the reason for your endless sorrow?
There's so much to be said and with a broken heart
You walls can only go down but so low
Can you hear me when I call your name?

Complicated situations are the makings of all that's wrong
And I've been standing in the river of deliverance way too long
There's gotta be a better way for me to say
What's on my heart without leaving scars?
Can you hear me when I call your name?
So, can you hear me when I call your name?

And when you fall apart
Am I the reason for your endless sorrow?
There's so much to be said and with a broken heart
You walls can only go down but so low
Can you hear me when I call your name?

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