Come Hither.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Near to you, I am healing.
You and I have something different,
and I'm enjoying it cautiously.
I'm battle scarred,
but I am working so hard,
to get back to who I used to be.
Something went wrong,
You're not laughing.
It's not so easy now to get you to smile.
You gotta be strong,
To walk these streets,
And keep from falling.
But when you're not,
just let yourself cry.
Trying to draw the line
between who you are and who you invent.
But if you throw a stone,
Something's gonna shatter somewhere.
We're all so fragile,
We're all so scared.
You say you wanna learn,
how to live your life without tears.
But we've been trying to do that,
for thousands of years.
So go on and cry, Ophelia.
It's the only thing to do sometimes.
You know I'm crying too,
right there with you.
It's alright, Ophelia,
Everybody cries.
Thank God for my bad memory,
I've forgotten some of the stupid things that I've done.
I've come to a little wisdom through a whole lot of failure.
So I watch more carefully what rolls off my tongue.
You pray for rain,
But you don't want it from a storm.
Yeah, you find a rose,
And cut your finger on a thorn.
It's alright, Ophelia,
Everybody cries.
Cry, Ophelia, I'm crying too.
You and I have something different,
and I'm enjoying it cautiously.
I'm battle scarred,
but I am working so hard,
to get back to who I used to be.
Something went wrong,
You're not laughing.
It's not so easy now to get you to smile.
You gotta be strong,
To walk these streets,
And keep from falling.
But when you're not,
just let yourself cry.
Trying to draw the line
between who you are and who you invent.
But if you throw a stone,
Something's gonna shatter somewhere.
We're all so fragile,
We're all so scared.
You say you wanna learn,
how to live your life without tears.
But we've been trying to do that,
for thousands of years.
So go on and cry, Ophelia.
It's the only thing to do sometimes.
You know I'm crying too,
right there with you.
It's alright, Ophelia,
Everybody cries.
Thank God for my bad memory,
I've forgotten some of the stupid things that I've done.
I've come to a little wisdom through a whole lot of failure.
So I watch more carefully what rolls off my tongue.
You pray for rain,
But you don't want it from a storm.
Yeah, you find a rose,
And cut your finger on a thorn.
It's alright, Ophelia,
Everybody cries.
Cry, Ophelia, I'm crying too.
posted by Lynette # 7:02:00 PM 
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