“Guilt reflects and then leaves the rest to me. It started with a flash of light. A fist’s grip was loosened just a bit. There’s a constant slip out of the positive. Grace and hope I’m sure are on the way. It ended with a twist of fate. Hearts are breaking just a bit. So you killed more precious lives then you had let live. All the fear and all the cares of the world never forced themselves into my arms. It was your fear that helped me. Your fear that got me to move. Straight from your heart into their sight. For shame on you. Who cares about me anyway? It’d mean so much if you’d just save me. Save me.”
This has been a very rough summer, emotionally. I’m not always able to express my emotions. When I am, they seem to lunge out at me suddenly. I’m unprepared for the tidal wave in my heart and my mind. I’ve a tendency toward numbness. This is the worst… feeling so sad that you ache and being unable to find release. Therefore, let me introduce you to a fantastic article I’ve found which has several of my personal favorite cry, cry, cryin’ songs.
“I met you baby, down & out. Got your number baby & I found out that you’d only leave me, only lead me on. It’s a might deep depression, & it’s a settin’ in. I can feel it, babe you doubt me. All you bring to me is pain. But please don’t leave me, please don’t leave me alone. Well you left me hangin’ out to dry, when you swore you’d be there by my side. I knew you’d leave me, knew you’d lead me on. It’s a might deep depression, an it’s a settin’ in.”
“I’m itchin’ on a photograph. Yeah I’m scratching on a thermostat. Yeah I’m giving up on looking back. Yeah I’m letting go of what I had. Yeah I’m itchin’ on a photograph. Yeah I’m scratching on a thermostat. Yeah I’m letting go all of that I had. Yeah I’m itchin’ on a photograph. Feel the rain come down and you know now. Put the fire out, you’ll burn. Ever wonder how you can see now? This landing ground is so you know, you know, you know. Yeah I’m waiting on my mum and dad. Yeah I’m swinging on a branch that’ll last. Yeah I’m going up then falling back. Yeah I’m itchin’ on a photograph. Yeah I’m scratching on a thermostat. Yeah I’m letting go of all that I had. Yeah I’m living now and living last.”