In Continuum.

Heart of Life

It was 4am,the house was quiet.I know i probably made a big deal out of it.Initially,when you told me about it,sure i was a little surprised to find my dear friend,to have had that sort of experience.Let's be honest,like yesterday night,that in my mind i was thinking about how it mustve been like,how it mustve felt.But as i thought through it all,the abandonment of you,left me angered and frustrated.

I shan't repeat whatever i said yesterday night.Partly because i know you are capable of taking them to heart,and partly because i cannot recall most of the things said when i woke up this morning.It is a funny thing,what a good night's sleep can do to you,you wake up a totally different person.It's true,you start anew.Sleep,the ultimate atonement.

I hate to see you cry
Lying there in that position
There's things you need to hear
So turn off your tears and listen

Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No it won't all go the way it should
But i know the heart of life is good

You know it's nothing new
Bad news never have good timing
But then,the circle of your friends
Will defend the silver-lining

Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No it won't all go the way it should
But i know the heart of life is good

Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
Fear is a friend who's misunderstood
But i know the heart of life is good

I know it's good...
I know it's good...
I know it's good...
I know it's good...

I can't make you like me,nor should i force you to.I know your heart lies with him,and that wen you are with him you are - like you said - uncontrollable.You do stupid things,and i guess there are only so many people in this world,who can make you feel that way,even if it means that,this man you speak of might be a complete jerk off.I know this,because i see the pain in you day by day,day by day.Do i not feel the chaos under your hair at the dimly lid overhead bridge?Do i not hear you screaming on my shoulders,while you fell into a troubled sleep?

Do you not hear my struggled then,always striving to be better than myself.Even if it means,to protect my friend from a jerk off she so blinded liked and succumbed to,emotionally and physically.It's not a sight i can bear to imagine or to listen to,and that is even more so when you deny my existence,when you claim to be alone in a crowded room,or a room with you and I.

I dont know that guy,i have no idea how he is like.I dont know what threw you head over heels,what's in essence,so good about him.I cannot judge myself against him,if i am in any way more sincere,smarter,nicer,more romantic,or if my shoulders felt more comfortable than his bare one.I cannot,and i probably do not measure up to his so-called 'greatness'.But one thing is for sure,and it remains as the single fact in this whole mumbo-jumbo:

I don't make you cry.