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Array ( [sid] => 124142 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Gave it all [time] => 2006-08-06 10:14:13 [hometext] => Not sure if this fits in this topic. But none the less. Ramblings of knowing I am losing it. Enjoy. MaJ [bodytext] => ---------________---------------

We drank bottled water together and talked business.
I think I played the right moves.
You were lookin' over my shoulder,
as I went through the motions of another night,
And it was alright,

'cause I thought I knew who everybody was just by lookin' at them.

My heart is anywhere but here,
and how tired I was from the past couple of weeks,
From the past couple of years.
Well, it hit me all at once,

On a balcony overlooking nothing,
With snow falling all around,
Well I, I called just to say "Goodnight".
And you hadn't done anything wrong,
And know, really, really, it's me not you.

I can't believe how naive I was to think things could ever be so simple,
And can I live with what you know about me,
When Im all alone, behind closed doors?

The things I never said, but we always knew were right there.
It's got me on my knees in a bathroom,
Praying to a God that don't even believe in me,
"Well, dear Jesus, are you listening? If this is the one chance that really matters,
Well, don't let me screw this up.

If you'd told me about all this when I was fifteen,
I never would have believed it."
For all the fights, for all the songs, all we said.
All we have is these pictures of us.
And without this I might as well be dead.
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Gave it all

Contributed by MajesticPoet on Sunday, 6th August 2006 @ 10:14:13 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief

---------________---------------

We drank bottled water together and talked business.
I think I played the right moves.
You were lookin' over my shoulder,
as I went through the motions of another night,
And it was alright,

'cause I thought I knew who everybody was just by lookin' at them.

My heart is anywhere but here,
and how tired I was from the past couple of weeks,
From the past couple of years.
Well, it hit me all at once,

On a balcony overlooking nothing,
With snow falling all around,
Well I, I called just to say "Goodnight".
And you hadn't done anything wrong,
And know, really, really, it's me not you.

I can't believe how naive I was to think things could ever be so simple,
And can I live with what you know about me,
When Im all alone, behind closed doors?

The things I never said, but we always knew were right there.
It's got me on my knees in a bathroom,
Praying to a God that don't even believe in me,
"Well, dear Jesus, are you listening? If this is the one chance that really matters,
Well, don't let me screw this up.

If you'd told me about all this when I was fifteen,
I never would have believed it."
For all the fights, for all the songs, all we said.
All we have is these pictures of us.
And without this I might as well be dead.

Copyright © MajesticPoet ... [ 2006-08-06 10:14:13]
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Re: Gave it all (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 6th August 2006 @ 05:48:35 PM AEST
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Well holy heck MP! There is so much in here! Losing it? nah .. rambles as insightful,
brilliant and wonderful as this do not come from the lost ... they come from someone
who is processing and finding their way.

"My heart is anywhere but here,
and how tired I was from the past couple of weeks,
From the past couple of years.
Well, it hit me all at once,"

Wow .. that right up there ... how many of us can remember thinking those very words?
Believe me when I tell you this is one expertly conveyed emotional write! And one I belive
so many can [and will] relate to ..

That last line is incredibly guileless!!

Great post!

~Breezy

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