Am I Ever Really There?
Dec. 4th, 2003 01:04 amI know, people hate it when people post lyrics. Sorry.
Something's going on...thoughts are both congealing and fragmenting in my mind right now, but I'm way to tired to write about it right now, and I need to consult with someone, first. Just a tough evening, despite the fun of going out with the Bears for Putt-Putt tonight. It's a little lonely here.
This song kind of summed up some fears and doubts I'm having about myself right this moment.
For You
(Page/Robertson)
I have set aside everything I love
I have saved everything else for you
I cannot decide what this doubt's made of
Though I've thought over it through and through
In a book in a box hight up on a shelf
In a locked and guarded vault
Are the things I keep only for myself
It's your fate, but it's not your fault
And for every useless reason I know
There's a reason not to care
If I hide myself wherever I go
Am I ever really there?
There is nowhere else I would rather be
But I can't just be right here
An enigma wrapped in a mystery
Or a fool consumed by fear?
And for every useless reason I know
There's a reason not to care
If I hide myself wherever I go
Am I ever really there?
I will give you all I could ever give
Though it's less than you will need
Could you just forget if you can't forgive
All the things I cannot concede?
And for every useless reason I know
There's a reason not to care
If I hide myself wherever I go
Am I ever really there?
Something's going on...thoughts are both congealing and fragmenting in my mind right now, but I'm way to tired to write about it right now, and I need to consult with someone, first. Just a tough evening, despite the fun of going out with the Bears for Putt-Putt tonight. It's a little lonely here.
This song kind of summed up some fears and doubts I'm having about myself right this moment.
For You
(Page/Robertson)
I have set aside everything I love
I have saved everything else for you
I cannot decide what this doubt's made of
Though I've thought over it through and through
In a book in a box hight up on a shelf
In a locked and guarded vault
Are the things I keep only for myself
It's your fate, but it's not your fault
And for every useless reason I know
There's a reason not to care
If I hide myself wherever I go
Am I ever really there?
There is nowhere else I would rather be
But I can't just be right here
An enigma wrapped in a mystery
Or a fool consumed by fear?
And for every useless reason I know
There's a reason not to care
If I hide myself wherever I go
Am I ever really there?
I will give you all I could ever give
Though it's less than you will need
Could you just forget if you can't forgive
All the things I cannot concede?
And for every useless reason I know
There's a reason not to care
If I hide myself wherever I go
Am I ever really there?
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