"Oh baby, don't you know I suffer? Oh baby, can you hear me moan?"--Muse
"There's a devil on my shoulder, baby
and I believe too many things he says,
I'm fighting these fears,
as I'm finding truth,
and I'm sorry for hurting you"--Dave Barnes
"Would it be,
all of your dreams, so well suited
to someone like me,
I would watch you achieve.
Wouldn't that make me
so damn unhappy?" --Henry Ate
"[I] have fallen down again tonight,
In this world, it's hard to get it right,
Trying to make your heart fit like a glove,
What it needs is love, love, love."--Ingrid Michaelson
"J'ai demandé à la lune
Si tu voulais encore de moi
Elle m'a dit j'ai pas l'habitude
De m'occuper des cas comme ça
Et toi et moi
On était tellement sûr
Et on se disait quelques fois
Que s'était juste une aventure et que ça ne durerait pas"--Indochine
See where all my follies have led?"--The Decemberists
My life changes this weekend. It is a terribly, pitiful sorrow that we cannot undo things done. It is a cruel law that we must learn from mistakes only after making them.
I write for a living. My words have earned money, wooed women, been in print, been onscreen, and fill mountains of scraps of paper in my bedroom. Yet I lack the simple ability to write words like those the afore-quoted poets have. And so I sit, pouring a bottle of lyrics down my ears that never empties no matter how much I drink. Sing the sorrow, drink the sorrow.
"There's only one way
those three words
and that's what I'll do"
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