Horrors and trials will come to every life - it is a perpetual inevitability, but only with your true and heart-driven identity should these barriers be knocked down.
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All The Sad Things (lyrics)
Verse 1:
From the first day, something wrong was truly innate
not your typical tendencies, but how I would shape
what I do, what I say, my life in every way
so addicted to the fear of disappointment and pain
I could do a lot of different things with ease
but never started with a heart that should have been imparted
I discarded what I wanted, to bring about honour
but was only getting harder as it took my heart farther
from the right things, that I wish I
never took so long to figure out was destined to be mine
when my eyes shut, had opened the first time
I was twenty-three, and at the end of the line
I had journeyed to the depths of the deep blue sea
but never realized it was never meant to be
so disoriented, unrelenting, not complete
I had to circumvent my own descent and find my identity
Chorus:
All the sad things (all the butchering overflowing much of my life)
my high life brings (brought about by a misled route)
never should be (always back then, but never now)
if it aint me (one way, one me, one identity)
Verse 2:
Now it goes like this, try not to miss
the unbelievable unthinkable trauma I wish
upon no one, see I pledged myself
to become what any woman would want for herself
I can cook, I can clean, I buy your groceries
give me kids and I'll raise 'em in ways you only dream
let me take you out, or in, romance and win,
you all over again, poetry, songs, and autumn winds
I try to grow and give and show you more
I'd much rather change a diaper than be drunk on the floor
I don't drink, smoke, sniff or cheat and that's a fact
never have, never will, and I can promise you that
but I've been beat, ripped and torn, left for dead
kicked while I'm down, spit on, abandoned
from a girl who always cut herself to lying about dying
almost cuffed at the border cuz they thought I kidnapped a minor
Chorus:
All the sad things (all the butchering overflowing much of my life)
my high life brings (brought about by a misled route)
never should be (always back then, but never now)
if it aint me (one way, one me, one identity)
im actually pretty impressed phil
ihearuthink 3 years ago 2
You make it sound like such a rarity, lol. Thanks man
grandphinalee 3 years ago