"Its about me, yah?"

Always on different pages, but looking from the same perspective.
Which is I, you, me.

How is it that we're so detrimental to the people around us just by being us.
And how is it, that God created us and "saw that it was good".

We're so ugly.
I can't even look at myself in the mirror.
Tear-streaked, loss for words...
until you no longer feel anything.
Your reflection begins to return a cold stare,
the tears disappear, the tensed up eyebrows relax...
you stare back... and you ask.

"who are you?"

"its me."

*lights out*

I try to speak up, but the words that come out always hit the end of the highway and come racing back to me twice the speed it was sent out, leaving me reeling in turmoil and feeling breathless.

Say - John Mayer
"Its better to say too much ... Then never say what you need to say again"


"Say"

Take all of your wasted honor
Every little past frustration
Take all of your so-called problems,
Better put 'em in quotations

Say what you need to say [x8]

Walking like a one man army
Fighting with the shadows in your head
Living out the same old moment
Knowing you'd be better off instead,
If you could only . . .

Say what you need to say [x8]

Have no fear for giving in
Have no fear for giving over
You'd better know that in the end
Its better to say too much
Then never say what you need to say again

Even if your hands are shaking
And your faith is broken
Even as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide open

Say what you need to say [x24]