you know, its really funny how i started out feeling this exact same way- of loneliness when i was unattached. and now, still, when i have that special someone, supposedly. i think these feelings dont change. i havent grown any wiser as age catches up. i havent figured more about life than i have before; i recognise only more easily the exact feelings of pain and sadness. "can we stop hurting each other.. gotta stop hurting each other. making each other cry, breaking each others' hearts, tearing each other apart..." i love the carpenters. they articulate the events of everyday love quite clearly.
dolorous interludes.
Monday, March 31, 2003
there are no tomorrows for this heart of mine/surely time will lose its bitter memories/and i'll find that there is someone to believe in/and to live for something i could live for/all the years of useless search have finally reached an end/loneliness and empty days will be my only friend/from this day love is forgotten/i'll go on as best as i can.
its goodbye to love.
its goodbye to love.
Talkin' to myself and feelin' old
sometimes id like to quit
nothing ever seems to fit
hanging around
nothing to do but frown
rainy days and mondays always get me down
what ive got t hey used to call the blues
nothin is really wrong
feelin like i dont belong
walkin around
some kind of lonely clown
rainy days and mondays always get me down
...funny but it seems that its the only thing to do, run and find the one who loves me.
sometimes id like to quit
nothing ever seems to fit
hanging around
nothing to do but frown
rainy days and mondays always get me down
what ive got t hey used to call the blues
nothin is really wrong
feelin like i dont belong
walkin around
some kind of lonely clown
rainy days and mondays always get me down
...funny but it seems that its the only thing to do, run and find the one who loves me.