Tuesday, 29 July 2008

65.

The last while I seem to have been finding more and more that the way I feel about the whole situation can be reflected through songs that I love. I guess maybe because I'm such a music lover, and appreciate different writing styles I am able to really relate to song lyrics in a pretty powerful way. Anyway this song really does sum up how I exactly feel right now.



What If - Emilie Autumn


Here you sit on your high-backed chair
Wonder how the view is from there
I wouldn't know 'cause I like to sit
Upon the floor, yeah upon the floor
If you like we could play a game
Let's pretend that we are the same
But you will have to look much closer
Than you do, closer than you do


And I'm far too tired to stay here anymore
And I don't care what you think anyway
'Cause I think you were wrong about me
Yeah what if you were, what if you were


And what if I'm a snowstorm burning
What if I'm a world unturning
What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep
What if I'm the kindest demon
Something you may not believe in
What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen to sleep


I know you've got it figured out
Tell me what I am all about
And I just might learn a thing or two
Hundred about you, maybe about you
I'm the end of your telescope
I don't change just to suit your vision
'Cause I am bound by a fraying rope
Around my hands, tied around my hands


And you close your eyes when I say I'm breaking free
And put your hands over both your ears
Because you cannot stand to believe I'm not
The perfect girl you thought
Well what have I got to lose


And what if I'm a weeping willow
Laughing tears upon my pillow
What if I'm a socialite who wants to be alone
What if I'm a toothless leopard
What if I'm a sheepless shepherd
What if I'm an angel without wings to take me home


You don't know me
Never will, never will
I'm outside your picture frame
And the glass is breaking now
You can't see me
Never will, never will
If you're never gonna see


What if I'm a crowded desert
Too much pain with little pleasure
What if I'm the nicest place you never want to go
What if I don't know who I am
Will that keep us both from trying
To find out and when you have
Be sure to let me know


What if I'm a snowstorm burning
What if I'm a world unturning
What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep
What if I'm the kindest demon
Something you may not believe in
What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen to sleep
Sleep...
Sleep...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Emmz, upon reading your last entries, i feel your pain. We have lots in common in terms of frustration with the male species and work. Due to recent events, i no longer know who to trust and i am doubting my own instincts and decisions. I just want a new life and just get a break for a change and to have a 'good' week for a change.

Big Bad Mac said...

You havn't updated in a while, how am I suppose to get my dose of Emmz World when you close up shop? Geez. How else am I suppose to know what is going on in your mind when I'm not talking to you on the phone? =) sounds a tad stalkish doesn't it? haha