On some days, I think this is how I really am, that trying to be otherwise would basically be selling myself out.
On other days like this, I tell myself I really need to stop living my life by the songs that I listen to. That romanticism is a lie, and leaves you with absolutely nothing to show for it.
Hard to imagine, that a God who loves you will always take away before your very eyes all that you desire to have even more than your life itself. Maybe He only allows you to keep that which you don’t love but simply possess. So that the trick is to stop believing you can possess true love. You either love, or you possess. Take your pick.
And maybe that’s the way to go.
Maybe goodbye isn't as difficult as I always made it out to be. After all, we'll get to meet in the end, isn't it?
Goodbye To Romance
Yesterday has been and gone
Tomorrow will I find the sun or will it rain
Everybody's having fun except me
I'm the lonely one
I live in shame
I said hey, goodbye to romance
Goodbye to friends,
I tell you, goodbye to all the past
I guess that we'll meet,
We'll meet in the end
I've been the king, I've been the clown
Now broken wings can't hold me down
I'm free again
The jester with the broken crown
It won't be me this time around
To love in vain
And I feel the time is right although
I know that you just might say to me
What you gonna do
What you gonna do
But I have to take this chance
Goodbye to friends and to romance
And to all of you
And to all of you
And the winter is looking fine
And I think the sun will shine again
And I feel I've cleared my mind
All the past is left behind again
I've been the king, I've been the clown. Now broken wings can't hold me down. I'm free again. The jester with the broken crown, it won't be me this time around to love in vain.
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