Someday, you’re gonna realise.
One day, you’ll see this through my eyes.
By then, I won’t even be there.
I’ll be happy somewhere, even if i cared.
I know I’m not that strong. But I won’t take long.
Won’t take long.
Cus, someday, someone’s gonna love me, the way, I wanted you to need me.
Someday, someone’s gonna take your place.
One day, I’ll forget about you, you’ll see I won’t even miss you.
A rolling stone gathers no moss, a roving heart gathers no affection. Yet, if your heart is on your sleeve, what affection would it get?
What good does it do anyone to have a roving heart? To be a rolling stone?
I feel momentarily lost. Its as if i somehow lost myself in this moment, having no idea where I am, or where I am going.
You’ve gone and left a hole. A hole no one can replace. And now, you’ve returned to fill it up, yet.
You’re afraid. You’re afraid of the taking the same plunge that I’ve did. The madness. Because you still can think clearly but I had already gone on to be lost.
Welling emotions, warring feelings. All this stopped making sense since a few hundred years ago. Maybe its time to stop fighting against the flow and let it be what it needs to be. For us. For all of us.
Right now, I know that you can tell.
But one day these tears, they’ll all run dry. And I won’t have to say.