losing grip
you ever have those days where you are just so confused and don't know what to do anymore? ya, well hello, and welcome to my life. its just i don't know...and that's the problem - i don't know anymore. i don't know who to believe, what to believe, who to listen to and who not to listen to. i don't know where to go, what to do, what not to do. i'm just so confused, and i don't know why.
people these days are driving me crazy. all i hear is just forget about it, or never mind its nothing. no one is up front or honest. no one bothers to understand what their words really mean. no one cares; no one cares to explain. everyone just thinks, oh she'll figure it out she's smart. NO, that's not how it works. you can't just go from talking everyday, to never talking and not explain. you can't just say you are sick of people harassing you about me and leave it at that. you can't do these things. think of the other person. think about how they feel and how you are just killing them inside.
one after another i get these things...never mind, don't worry about it, forget it...i can't deal with this...i can't handle it all. i need answers and no one cares to give any. why are they doing this to me? this should be the happiest time in someone's life, the most exciting and interesting...but its not...this is the most hard, painful, and confusing time in my life, and i'm just going crazy. my mind is spinning out of control, and i'm loosing grip.
people these days are driving me crazy. all i hear is just forget about it, or never mind its nothing. no one is up front or honest. no one bothers to understand what their words really mean. no one cares; no one cares to explain. everyone just thinks, oh she'll figure it out she's smart. NO, that's not how it works. you can't just go from talking everyday, to never talking and not explain. you can't just say you are sick of people harassing you about me and leave it at that. you can't do these things. think of the other person. think about how they feel and how you are just killing them inside.
one after another i get these things...never mind, don't worry about it, forget it...i can't deal with this...i can't handle it all. i need answers and no one cares to give any. why are they doing this to me? this should be the happiest time in someone's life, the most exciting and interesting...but its not...this is the most hard, painful, and confusing time in my life, and i'm just going crazy. my mind is spinning out of control, and i'm loosing grip.
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Hopefully you find someone who gives you what you need to hear to make everything right in your world
I will dedicate and sacrifice my every-thing
for just a seconds worth of how my story's ending
and I wish I could know if the directions that I take
and all the choices that I make won't end up all for nothing
Show me what it's for
make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
is there something more
than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
Help me carry on
assure me it's ok to
use my heart and not my eyes
to navigate the darkness
will the ending be
ever coming suddenly?
will I ever get to see
the ending to my story?
Show me what it's for
make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
is there something more
than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
So when and how will I know?
How much further do I have to go? (have to go)
and how much longer until I finally know? (finally know)
cause I am looking and I just can't see what's in front of me
in front of me
Show me what it's for
make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
is there something more
than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark
looking for the answer
This was me just 2 and a half years ago. If it sounds familiar because it was a big song in 2001. This states clearly everthing I was before I found the truth and my eyes were open and I had the privelage of knowing "the end of my story"
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