I
showed you my sword,
You
told me to sharpen it.
Told
me my guard
Was
left to be reason with.
My
preparations
Left
me wholly unprepared.
You
asked me who I was fighting
And
when I said it was not you
I
feared you did not believe
Or
you did not what to do.
All
I could see was you putting on
A
smile to charm the fools.
And
when we got to the stadion, you were standing there.
Said
you knew a shortcut cause you already have been here.
We
should have known better.
But
this is not that kind of battle, battle.
You
can put down your helmet, helmet.
You
are here to fight yourself and all we need
to
know is who is the last one standing.
You
see your battle is not mine
And
mine is not to be yours.
We
could have been here, helping,
Somewhat,
instead of kicking in doors.
But
you want me to believe your right
is
my wrong and it passes time for,
For
far too long. It posseses time for too long doing nothing.
And
I could hear you scream: “Why don´t you say something?”
Sometimes,
I don´t need to be defend me.
And
if you think that I need to, really need to
Are
you sure that you are really my friend?
Or
someone who want me to be and do the
thing,
the person, the friend, the student?
But
you can put me into molten hot wax and lava
I
am not going to say I am sorry for whatever
You
think I need to apologize for.
Because
I got sick and I am getting better
In
recognizing that I am allowed to be me once more
And
even if that version sometimes can be whining
She
deals with it all through an open door.
Can´t
you see me crying when something fails?
Can´t
you see me laughing even louder when life prevails?
Can´t
you see, can´t you see, can´t you see?
I
am perfect imperfect unity,
My
friend.
I
am perfect imperfect chronically,
My
friend.
I
am perfect imperfect unity.
My
friend.
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