Musings of the Uninspired

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I don’t know what I’ve done
Or if I like what I’ve become
But something told me to run
And baby, you know me; it’s all or none
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There were sounds in my head
LIttle voices whispering
That I should go and this should end
Oh and I found myself listening
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‘Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don’t know if I could turn my back upon you
All I know is that I should
‘Cos he will take care of you more than I could
He who dares to stand where I stood
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See I thought it was black and white
That it was wrong or it was right
But you ain’t leaving without a fight
And I think I am just as torn inside
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‘Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don’t know if I could turn my back upon you
All I know is that I should
‘Cos he will care for you more than I could
He who dares to stand where I stood
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So I will be far from where you are if ever you should call
Though you meant real to me than anything at all,
You taught me how to trust myself and so I say to you
This is what I have to do…
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‘Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don’t know if I could turn my back upon you
All I know is that I should
‘Cos he will take care of you more than I could
He who dares to stand where I stood
He who dares to stand where I stood
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There are just some songs that would make you want to cry. Amidst all attempts to forget the past, there will always be a moment where silence will conquer you inner strength. You let yourself be pulled in, and the next thing you know- you are again re-living the past that you thought had already stopped haunting you. You feel the scar that was once a deep cut of which pain throbs hard into your weak soul. Then you look up in the sky thinking why you deserve such memories of unwilling hurtings. .
Really, they should stop writing these songs. Or I should learn how not to listen to them. Cuz it’s a known fact that unlike perhaps many others who may possess cold hearts, this weary traveller is not capable of pushing those memories away… as if it happened ten years ago.
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