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Just tell me what to say
That will make you stay
At least for the night, I'm begging you
If I could find the words
I'd say them until I couldnt talk
Ever again
If I cant look at you
I know my eyes will never see
This world in the same way as they did
Everywhere I've been, I've been there with you
Today, yesterday... and my childhood even
is defined by you.. by you being there
By you not being there, and looking back
What kind of future can I have
If you are nothing? If I am nothing?
I'm not saying I wont be here
But I know my world will be somehow, irretrievably blanker
Duller, more filled with empty space,
And all this street sadness
Listen, just tell me the words
Just let me try one more time
I can be whatever you want
If I set my mind to it
But perhaps I'll never be
What you want anyway.
I keep almost crying
As I walk round my flat
Everything here reminds me of you
You're somewhere else
Out of my sphere
Looking beautiful
Hair pulled back, that strappy green top
Bump your elbow on the corner of the wall....
Oh you silly thing
Jesus
Its breaking my heart
I think Im dying
I think I need a sense of God
Otherwise, there's nothing for me at all.
Listen< I know I can come across a little melodramatic
But my hearts in the right place
I used to make you laugh
And tell me, that day at the old farm
With the scrumpty cider... dont tell me that didnt mean something?
Love is hard to pin down
But maybe just mayeb we were meant for each other
In a strange way
I always made you laugh
You always made me feel safe
So, maybe I never knew you anyway
And maybe you never saw inside me
I still write fake suicide notes in my dreamed
So if youre so clever
I guess Im still ****ed up
Perhaps youre not so ****ing clever
Cos Im all ****ed up
But Im not going anywhere
If I can help it at least
I guess this is the end
I guess I'll cry my tears
Until Im all dry, until I'm all empty
Except I feel so empty now
And Im not done crying
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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