I’m slowly finding my way out from my portentous philosophizing.
If I were a painter I might have stopped painting a bleak picture of my life.
I had a very long lecture this morning on do’s and don’ts with this particular person.
As usual I ended up being the so-called drama queen.
Never speak when your stomach is empty.
Low sugar in blood brings you no good.
You’d ended up having a long-winded speech and fail to focus on conversation.
Don’t be a difficult person and just live life as it is.
Stay away from personal issues its bad for your mental state of mind.
Thing is not getting better in this particular department.
Out of the blue I suddenly feel like I have a super power and could amend lots of things but this one.
It makes me feel like I’m fighting a losing battle.
For some this is the same-o-same-o me.
When will it stop? I asked myself out loud.
No echoes coming back to haunt me.
At least not today.
My Interpretation - Mika
You talk about life, you talk about death,
And everything in between,
Like it's nothing, and the words are easy.
You talk about me, and you talk about you,
And everything I do,
Like it's something, that needs repeating.
I don't need an alibi or for you to realize,
The things we left unsaid,
Are only taking space up in our head.
Make it my fault, win the game
Point the finger, place the blame
It does me up and down,
It doesn't matter now.
'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't, don't make sense.
The first two weeks turn into ten,
I hold my breath and wonder when it'll happen,
Does it really matter?
If half of what you said is true,
And half of what I didn't do could be different,
Would it make it better?
If we forget the things we know.
Would we have somewhere to go?
The only way is down, I can see that now.
It's really not such a sacrifice
And it don't have to make no sense to you at all,
'Cause this is my interpretation, yeah, yeah, yeah.
If I were a painter I might have stopped painting a bleak picture of my life.
I had a very long lecture this morning on do’s and don’ts with this particular person.
As usual I ended up being the so-called drama queen.
Never speak when your stomach is empty.
Low sugar in blood brings you no good.
You’d ended up having a long-winded speech and fail to focus on conversation.
Don’t be a difficult person and just live life as it is.
Stay away from personal issues its bad for your mental state of mind.
Thing is not getting better in this particular department.
Out of the blue I suddenly feel like I have a super power and could amend lots of things but this one.
It makes me feel like I’m fighting a losing battle.
For some this is the same-o-same-o me.
When will it stop? I asked myself out loud.
No echoes coming back to haunt me.
At least not today.
My Interpretation - Mika
You talk about life, you talk about death,
And everything in between,
Like it's nothing, and the words are easy.
You talk about me, and you talk about you,
And everything I do,
Like it's something, that needs repeating.
I don't need an alibi or for you to realize,
The things we left unsaid,
Are only taking space up in our head.
Make it my fault, win the game
Point the finger, place the blame
It does me up and down,
It doesn't matter now.
'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't, don't make sense.
The first two weeks turn into ten,
I hold my breath and wonder when it'll happen,
Does it really matter?
If half of what you said is true,
And half of what I didn't do could be different,
Would it make it better?
If we forget the things we know.
Would we have somewhere to go?
The only way is down, I can see that now.
It's really not such a sacrifice
And it don't have to make no sense to you at all,
'Cause this is my interpretation, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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