Don't you remember back when we were young and our loves were young. When we had sleepovers and sang about everybody hurting. And now we are older and we've been hurt, some still hurting. We believe those words now, more than we believe in a love that lasts forever. And what I never told you was that when I sang those words I was that person hurting, and what you don't know now is that I'm still hurting, and the nights are mine alone.
What I'm telling you now is that I've had enough and I'm waiting for you to tell me it will be alright. But you won't tell me. You won't tell me anything. So I guess I'll just sing those words to myself now that we're older and now that we've realised love won't last forever.
I thought you believed in them too. I thought you were the one who would be there to tell me. But you are hurting in your own way now. I feel that if I knew you sooner, or if I knew you different, then this would all be okay and we could go back to our sleepovers and young loves and choose a different song to sing. But we can't, so we have to sing this song about everybody who hurts, but let's not make it a competition, I know all the hurt people and I've hurt enough to sing it straight.
I always begged for someone to sing this song with me, so we could hurt together, if only I knew you then, we could have sang it together. We could sing it straight because we both know what hurt is and we've hurt enough to keep singing that song until we no longer believe in anything but pain.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
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