I think I might go crazy one of these days, haha ^^;;.
It's almost funny how hard it is for me to tell others about my problems. ("Almost" being the key word, because since it's happening to me, it's not funny in the slightest.)
I bet this time of night you’re still up
I bet you’re tired from a long, hard week
I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window, looking out at the city
And I bet sometimes you wonder about me
And I just want to tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you
And I wish I could run to you
And I hope you know that
Every time I don’t,
I almost do, I almost do
I bet you think I either moved on or hate you
‘Cause each time you reach out there’s no reply
I bet it never, ever occurred to you that I can’t say hello to you
And risk another goodbye
And I just want to tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you
And I wish I could run to you
And I hope you know that
Every time I don’t,
I almost do, I almost do
We made quite a mess, babe
It’s probably better off this way
And I confess, babe
That in my dreams you’re touching my face
And asking me if I want to try again with you
And I almost do
And I just want to tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you
And I wish I could run to you
And I hope you know that
Every time I don’t,
I almost do, I almost do
I bet this time of night you’re still up
I bet you’re tired from a long, hard week
I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window, looking out at the city
And I hope sometimes you wonder about me
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This song is all about repressed feelings, and this is reflected not only in the lyrics but also in the singing; it's mellow and even at the climax it never really 'explodes'. But it's heartbreaking, all the same. Or maybe, that's why it's heartbreaking.
I locked the memories in a box and tucked it away somewhere inconspicuous, hoping that I would somewhat forget its presence, but when I want to revisit the memories one day I'd know where to find it. But it seems that as I did that, I threw away the key as well.
And it's killing me, because even though it hurts to remember you, I'd take the pain any day over not being able to remember you.
