Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything
When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else
Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything
When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else
Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before
Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late
Broken Strings, by James Morrison.
First day, i woke up at 2 something, pm. then i online listening to songs and do some house chores then hang out with my sisters and played with my puppy. times flies and it comes to 7pm now. the night is scary and lonely. but i did not tear a single drop today, i rate myself 90%.
im sitting by the balcony, natural wind, but very hazy out there, guess it's time to get on a mask. keeping myself occupied, is not the best way to get out of all these, i know. but at least, im not crying like a baby. my body is all tired out, so is my soul and mental. but surprisingly, my emotion is pretty stable.
but, still, i wonder how is he doing. im sure he's not in a good mood too, but all the best, let's pray for him. pray that he will feel much better than me. pray that he'll have all his best.
as for myself, i'll continue doing this, moving on. life's not all about love, true? keeping it to myself and my blog is the only thing i will do now cause i find no point sharing, turning to anyone but my own.
what difference does this make to my life? drastic. maybe it changed my life the other way round, but who knows, it might be good? but im still hurt. i still wanna see him, still wanna be around him, still wanna make him laugh.
im sure i do better.
3 thoughts:
only a few people can expect a brokenhearted person to fully move on from a relationship. i'd say you haven't, but you are already going there and, by the things you just written, you're doing good at it.
there's always a point and reason of sharing this to a couple of friends, but i have come to understand why you chose not to.
i may not know the reason why you two split up, but yes, you will do better if you believe in yuorself.
from the way u write, i can tell that u r pretty an understanding one. thanks for always 'listening' to my words :)
hey thanks :) you just proved yourself to be a pretty understanding person yourself.
i hope i am not freaking you out being a stranger commenting on almost entry you make. it's just i can pretty much relate to you, and i'd like to lend you a helping hand with the best that i can be.
i do not pay much attention to your blog, but i pay attention to the blog author. i am not trying to listen to your words; i am trying to listen to you.
take care always!
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