I’m The Only One

September 24, 2006


 

 

 

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Please baby can’t you
see

My mind’s a burnin’ hell
I got razors a rippin’ and tearin’ and strippin’
My heart apart as well
Tonight you told me
That you ache for something new
And some other woman is lookin’ like somethingThat might be good for you

 

Go on and hold her till the screaming is gone
Go on believe her when she tells you
nothing’s wrong
But I’m the only one
Who’ll walk across the fire for you
I’m the only one
Who’ll drown in my desire for you
It’s only fear that makes you run
The demons that you’re hiding from
When all your promises are gone
I’m the only one

 

 

Please baby can’t you see
I’m trying to explain
I’ve been here before and I’m locking the door
And I’m not going back again
Her eyes and arms and skin won’t make
it go away
You’ll wake up tomorrow and wrestle the sorrow

That holds you down today

 

Go on and hold her till the screaming is gone
Go on believe her when she tells you
nothing’s wrong
But I’m the only one
Who’ll walk across the fire for you
I’m the only one
Who’ll drown in my desire for you
It’s only fear that makes you run
The demons that you’re hiding from
When all your promises are gone
I’m the only one

 

 

 

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Some days are like this. Some months last in this moment.

I just wonder.

My sense and my intuition tell me that this song is where I am living in this moment. Then I ask myself: Are you sure? Maybe it’s just your pain speaking?

Do you ever wonder if any of it was real? You know what it is.

Do you ever wonder if you were blind the entire time?

Do you ever wonder about balancing love with what we want and need?

Has anyone ever said to you: This is what you think you need from me?

Has anyone ever said to you: You are making it sound like it’s all my fault? When maybe you were, unintentionally? But, all you wanted was communication?

Why do we have a mythology/reality of love lasting?

Of love in action lasting?

Where do we find love, the noun, and love, the verb, entwined together?

What are we afraid of?

Me? I hate the bone soul wailing. It scares me when I am in it, even though I know it is the moment not the rest of my life.

Why do we use each other as drugs? Smoke-screens?

Protectors from ourselves, without asking persmission from the other?

Why do we tell the other they made us feel something?

How did we loose sight that we are discrete beings that come as we are and that everything we feel reflects ourselves back to us?

Why do we speak in smoke and mirrors?

I do not expect answers. I think the questions are enough.

What are you questions to the answers?

 

 

Top Painting: Love is A Many Splendored Thing

Artist: Amy Blue

Bottom Photograph: Photos Senza Titolo

Artist: Francesca Dotta

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