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Living Outside Myself
[1st v:] What goes up Must.... eventually Come Tumbling down And What goes around Comes around You can say this or that Is wrong But I can also say Sometimes The turmoil Just goes on Too long I know wrong from right I know Night from day But hey.... Every now and again I guarantee The dark Is sometimes just too bright [1st ch:] Give or take A little Or quite a lot I need to just Get away Just Need a break If it was all of what I feel Then perhaps I could say I am the one Behind the wheel Not too much of anything That use to be Total transformation Takes away The flood of tears or fears Giving back All of everything Sitting now on a shelf Are the pain and worries That wasted my time Because now I live Outside myself Sad.... o.k., maybe For ten minutes flat But guaranteed doubt Its not worth Draining Me Living outside myself Take wasteful time And up it goes Right up gathering dust High up.... on the shelf [2nd v:] No Don't get it all wrong Don't let confusion Go on that long Not anyone Not you Make me feel Anything Its just noise I allowed To drown out The sun Look out the window Takes a minute But it will all settle Just needed a moment to think The right turn Turned left So now it just Takes a second To pick up what fell below The trains on the right track I just was running late But never fear I may leave for a minute But I'll be Right back [2nd ch:] Give or take A little Or quite a lot I need to just Get away Just Need a break If it was all of what I feel Then perhaps I cold say I am the one Behind the wheel Not too much of anything That use to be Total transformation Takes away The flood of tears or fears Giving back All Of everything Sitting now on a shelf Are the pain and worries That wasted my time Because now I live Outside myself Sad.... o.k., maybe For ten minutes flat But guaranteed doubt Its not worth Nothing is worth Draining Me Living outside myself Take wasteful time And up it goes Right up gathering dust High up.... on a shelf Written: 12/21/2009 Inspired by: The recent story that surfaced about Alexa Ray Joel.... it was sad to hear.... because truthfully i took me back to where I once was in my life. Sometimes it can be easy to say words of enthusiasm and try to be spiritually up lifting to others who may be hurting, but all in all, i takes the person alone to find themselves and how to heal themselves, people who care can offer their presence as a piece of help, and it does! But, depression itself can be a demon that never seems to let up.... just feeding constantly at ones soul! I can honestly say now in my life, depression? yeah, it may sit there for ten minutes flat, but that is it....I will not let it feed on me ever again! And I truthfully hope and wish for the best for Alexa, she is a beautiful , talented young woman who deserves more than feeling sad! Sadness is something eventually in time she will have to learn is controlled ,and not allow it to control her, it takes time, and I hope she allows herself ,that time!
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