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.
No one knows just what has become of her Shattered doll, desperate Oh so innocent and delicate But too damn obdurate And obstinate to let go Broken down, hurt again, it never ends Frightened and trembling Did she fall again? An accident? Her eyes encircled in black again I can’t believe that she’s still with him For how long will you try? How long until you walk away? Your facade can’t disguise The fact that you’re in misery Look inside see what has become of her Hiding within again Can she pick herself up again? It’s just too difficult and arduous to let go Homicide flashes through her mind again No more pain, take control If he raises his hand again She’ll find her freedom in killing him The world will see that she’s had enough For how long will you try? How long until you walk away? Your facade can’t disguise The fact that you’re in misery For how long will you try? How long until you walk away? Your facade can’t disguise The fact that you’re in misery For how long will you deny? How long until you walk away? Your facade can’t disguise The fact that you’re in misery For how long will you try? How long until you walk away? Your facade can’t disguise The fact that you’re in misery Broken down, hurt again It never ends
My 2 Cents –
This song is often taken as speaking of an abused woman. I have always seen it as masking in any form. Being who you are not in any relationship is a torture. If you love someone, accept them for who they are. No matter what they are.
Normally, if I set up the link for a book…It is at least completely written. This time I am starting that process early. Queer Verbage, at the time of this post is 10 poems away from being done…But I wanted to secure the April release date. The publishing schedule fills up so fast…I wanted to be sure when this would release. And considering I have been fixated on this volume…I do not see myself having issues writing 10 poems in nearly four months.
