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By Chances are Date: 2002 Dec 07 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.07.05.11.16713]] |
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I am And can't apologise any more I made mistakes I walked out the door Perhaps I've said too much And I don't know if I've changed My feelings are complex I am that moth There is more than one flame I've already been burned No matter which way I turn That's life, always the same I want a blanket of security To wrap around me But a ring isn't a blanket It's a symbol of love That needs to be nurtured And treated with respect So help me God On my perfect wedding day I thought it was you I walked down the aisle With uncertainty and a coldsore But we were perfect I want it all back I'm so angry it went That I didn't know What you were doing So I could stop you To fix it and rediscover our love Your attention from me Has been gone for years Leaving me mixed up With emotions and tears How lucky are those Who say they don't have them Or who have all the answers And think that they know you To mediate between And know false from true Or what's even important Or think they are God-sent I thought there may have been Another who loved me more truly More deeply and honestly Or perhaps the compromises Might just have been worth it But we both blew it You say that you've fixed it I believe you and start again But secretly I'm left wondering The anger in me over boiling And I really don't know if I can do it again I'm still left reeling My reactions have hurt you I finally broke through I think with sad satisfaction But it really isn't helping Now you're angry too You're making the changes You're trying to show me That this time it's for real And turn fortune's wheel The circumstances have left me With just you to confide in My honesty has become a weapon I can't help fighting you and the lies Even though they're not there Anymore and new beginnings Are so hard to find Where can I start? Because the history we know The family unit we show Is all that we share Maybe that's all I could care Is this what I deserve And will there be more Good or bad, love or hate For better or for worse To trust or mistrust Turn this sickness to health Make this house a home Something we can call OUR own |