You can tell me that you try But you told me as you said goodbye And all those things you couldn’t say You just watched me walk away, again But I was there for you to the end As your lover and your best friend So why’d you cross that line and destroy my life? Please just tell the truth ‘Cause it’s a lot to defend and I can’t understand How I’m still loving you Why can’t you be by yourself? Always needing to be with someone else So uncomfortable in your own skin I didn’t realize that time alone meant time with him So why’d you cross that line and destroy my life? Please just tell the truth ‘Cause it’s a lot to defend and I can’t understand How I’m still loving you We only have one life to get right We had our second chance And yet we fucked it up again So why’d you cross that line and destroy our lives? Please just tell the truth It’s a lot to defend, I can’t understand How I’m still loving you How am I still loving you?
My 2 Cents –
Someone pointed out that the song I shared last week and this one when played together form a story – no matter what order you play them. I felt that and found the story too compelling to not share.
When you imagine a prisoner of war, is this what you imagine?
“Under Your Scars” lyrics Godsmack Lyrics Play “Under Your Scars” on Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) “Under Your Scars”
Do we make sense? I think we do In spite of everything that we’ve been through Oh when you say black and I say white It’s not about who’s wrong as long as it feels right Don’t think those stars won’t align
Under your scars I pray You’re like a shooting star in the rain You’re everything that feels like home to me, yeah Under your scars, I could live inside you time after time If you’d only let me live inside of mine Live inside of mine
Wish you were here right beside me So I could watch you sleep Hold your body closer, breathe you deep And everything feels broken when you’re not next to me Would you still be you if we weren’t we?
Under your scars I pray You’re like a shooting star in the rain You’re everything that feels like home to me, yeah Under your scars, I could live inside you time after time If you’d only let me live inside of mine
So hey, if you feel like coming down If you feel like coming around Just call my name out loud, na, na, na Hey, if you feel like coming down If you feel like coming around Just call my name out loud, na, na, na, hey
Under your scars I pray You’re like a shooting star in the rain You’re everything that feels like home to me, yeah Under your scars, I could live inside you time after time If you’d only let me live inside of mine Live inside of mine
My 2 Cents –
so I think I probably had something witty here…but in trying to get the posts done for the upcoming week I ended up sending it to the ether. However I planned on the song being here for the next week’s Tuesday tunes to reference… so I have to leave the mess up.
My Daughter introduced me to a new anime. Ascendence of a Bookworm.
The lead character is a fragile little girl who is in love with books. It’s an isekai. She is reincarnated from Japan. Into a world where books are rare.
So since she can’t have books, she is determined to make her own.
The story is amazing and apparently there’s manga… so now I’m craving the manga.
So, I have set up a goal of publishing Tears of the Broken in March. That means I have to get it written by no later than the middle of February. It’s about half done. So I might be able to get it done. I already have the next volume chosen – I know I usually ask for your opinion…but I have it calling to me. I will celebrate getting this one done by announcing that one.
Well…I finished writing Queer Verbage which will not release until April…it seems so far away…but it is one less thing I have hanging over me. I can do the formatting and get the stuff done for publishing. I cannot explain why the need to finish it was so strong, but having it done is a weight off. Now I have Tears of the Broken, Dream Drops, Fighting Ignorance, Ocular Dystopia, Occult Madness in progress for me and Chasing Ghosts for Serena. When I mentioned to my Daughter how I felt like I was struggling with it, she said I was pushing too hard. She said that if I worked any harder she would never get to see me. Sorry, she comes first there. But it did make me wonder…what is the right amount? I try to write as I feel the urge, but I also try to set a daily goal so I actually get forward progress on more than just the poetry volumes…because I tend to get easily distracted from my stories. I am aware there is a discipline to this…and I am a child of chaos. So where is the happy medium for me? That is something I am going to be working with over the next few weeks. I need to set me a workable time schedule for writing and work that I can stick to…or at least attempt to. Let’s see how that goes?
Pattimouse 