The messenger signals in strange ways, the doubt I have always comes from within.
Creeping up in a dark wave like a tsunami, a tidal wave じゃなくって an overwhelming, powerful, tsunami.
Every time you get scared you start loving him again
He saw it,
The response is strange,
I can never explain it in terms you will understand but he said
Go to sleep, I’ll tell you in the morning.
By morning I wasn’t scared anymore,
Time and space caught up in a strange balance of
I did as he urged,
And this was the answer
Now I’m sitting at this table and thinking
But I still love you
So my doubt was just self hatred come to swallow me
Because I still love you, just these things tend to express themselves at the same time
That’s a coincidence
He’s right you know.
So be he some dream that manifests in strange ways every day every way
He’s the wind that caresses my cheek when I feel like I’m about to break again and
Insists
That just because I’m a crybaby doesn’t mean the tears mean nothing,
And he’s the one who allows for the one who talks me to sleep
In this strange treaty with him,
My guardians,
I would crying without them.
They have proof of that now.
Apparently the laugh was worth it.
Hey, you over there who I can’t even dream will ever read this because I can see that you have somebody
I still love you.
Fucker.
I still love you so much it hurts.
You don’t have a category anymore.
Keep that in mind.
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