Failure is something I know, and understand, but want no part of any more. I've built these walls around me, and her, so that whatever happens, I KNOW it will work out. Take last Tuesday for example. Fuck Des, I did something I SWORE I'd never do again. But I did it to protect HER.
I fucking hate this. I hate all of it. I hate that I've come so close to ruining our lives twice now. I want nothing more than to fall off the edge of the earth and pretend I never existed. And then all of a sudden he wants to come in and rescue me? NOW? Where the fuck does he get off?
I'm not mad at him. I'm mad at me, because I let my guard down, and had to pay for it. Again.
I'm just so fucking scared. I'm scared of me. I'm scared of him. I'm scared of moving half a country away.... again, to only have it end up like it did last time.
Yes, I want Miss Moppett to know that life is about taking chances. But I want her to know that you have to choose those chances wisely. That's something I never did learn.
And tonight, while I cry myself to sleep, it's not because I'm going to lose me. It's because I know if I don't give him the answer he wants, I'll lose him.
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
We're older but no more the wise -- suzy bogguss -- |
Pissed.... but not at you I know, I know. But it's so much deeper than that. It's so easy for you to say, and yet so hard for me to do. Failure is something I know, and understand, but want no part of any more. I've built these walls around me, and her, so that whatever happens, I KNOW it will work out. Take last Tuesday for example. Fuck Des, I did something I SWORE I'd never do again. But I did it to protect HER. I fucking hate this. I hate all of it. I hate that I've come so close to ruining our lives twice now. I want nothing more than to fall off the edge of the earth and pretend I never existed. And then all of a sudden he wants to come in and rescue me? NOW? Where the fuck does he get off? I'm not mad at him. I'm mad at me, because I let my guard down, and had to pay for it. Again. I'm just so fucking scared. I'm scared of me. I'm scared of him. I'm scared of moving half a country away.... again, to only have it end up like it did last time. Yes, I want Miss Moppett to know that life is about taking chances. But I want her to know that you have to choose those chances wisely. That's something I never did learn. And tonight, while I cry myself to sleep, it's not because I'm going to lose me. It's because I know if I don't give him the answer he wants, I'll lose him.
Brief - 2007-07-05
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