A song about the relationship that you foster with people who listen to your music |
night after night, the moon won't change looks down on someone who stays the same the record player repeats the song, your not bored to tears, but you've been crying for so long there are still hands to hold you tight but you know they are your own and conversations to keep you up at night in your head, because your all alone night after night, when the moon wanes fade into nothing, because nothings where you came from you wish you were a little more like him up where tears seem so small, so far away from everything there are still hands to hold you tight but you know they are your own and conversations to keep you up at night in your head, because your all alone Inside your self, i can't take away your pain Inside your self, cause you keep falling back again I cannot I will not, I can't make it go away I cannot I will not, but if its all I'll do I'll stay and I'll stay, through the night each day, comes and brings the light I care for, I'm there for you I care for, I'm there for you and I'll stay, through the night each day, comes and brings the light I care for, I'm there for you I care for, I'm there for you "Despair is the sickness unto death. It is indeed very far from being true that, literally understood, one dies of this sickness, or that this sickness ends with bodily death. On the contrary, the torment of despair is precisely this, not to be able to die. The desperate have much in common with the situation of the moribund when they lie and struggle with death, and cannot die. So to be sick unto death is, not to be able to die -- yet not as though there were hope of life; no the hopelessness in this case is that even the last hope, death, is not available. When death is the greatest danger, one hopes for life; but when one becomes acquainted with an even more dreadful danger, one hopes for death. So when the danger is so great that death has become one’s hope, despair is the disconsolateness of not being able to die."- Soren Kierkegaard Inside your self, i can't take away your pain Inside your self, cause you keep falling back again I cannot I will not, I can't make it go away I cannot I will not, but if its all I'll do I'll stay |