This blog title used to be "Perfection." however, I've come to terms with reality: no one's perfect. Being on this planet for 15 years, I now know that perfection is like beauty: in the eye of the beholder. However, everything is beautiful, nothing is perfect. I made this blog in hopes of perfecting myself, but along the way I lost sight of me. I've tripped, stumbled, and fallen into what I am today. I like who I am, for once. Now, I want to help everyone out there find who they are.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
What Can I Say?
Piercing words, eyes are red
Watched your taillights in the rain
Empty heart filled with regret
I know we were both to blame
And I'm not sorry that it's over
But for the way we let it end
So I said all I had to say
In letters that I threw away
And you should know, please believe me
I've picked up the phone a thousand times
And tried to dial your number
But it's been so long, it's never easy
It's like trying to spin the world the other way
What can I say?
How did it come to this?
I think about you all the time
It's no excuse
But I wish that I never made you cry
I'm not sorry that it's over
But for the way we let it end
I couldn't find the words to say
And you should know, please believe me
I've picked up the phone a thousand times
And tried to dial your number
But it's been so long, it's never easy
It's like trying to spin the world the other way
So what can I say?
What can I say?
What can I say?
I hate to think all you had of me
Is a memory I left you,
Space between what was mean to be
And the mess that it turned into
And you should know, please believe me
I've picked up the phone a thousand times
And tried to dial your number
But it's been so long, it's never easy
It's like trying to spin the world the other way
It's like trying to spin the world the other way
What can I say?
What can I say?
What can I say?
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ReplyDeleteKind of depressing, but true :)
ReplyDelete>.< The amount I've tried to dial their number.. :S
ReplyDeletethats an amazing poem Hannah! I wish i could put my feelings down as well as you. i felt like i was reading my story in someone else's words.
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