Stopping just short to listen to you

She said I don't know if I've ever been good enough
I'm a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in...
And I don't know if I've ever been really loved, by a hand that's touched me
and I feel like somethings gonna give... and I'm a little bit angry

well, this aint over... no not here.
Not while I still need you around
you don't owe me
we'll not change it
Yeah, it just might feel good...

And then there was

Slip inside the eye of your mind,
don't you know you might find
a better place to play.
You said you've never been
but all the things that you've seen
will slowly fade away.

And then there was

So your standing on a ledge
it looks like you might fall
so far down
that maybe you
are thinking about jumpin
and you could have it all
if you learned a little patience
for though I cannot fly
I'm not content to crawl

so give me a little credit,
have in me a little faith
I wanna be with you, forever but tomorrow's not too late
but it's always too late, when you got nothing so you say

but you should never let the sun set on tomorrow
before the sun rises today.

And then there was the inevitable

life can hold you down
when you're not looking up
can't you hear the sounds
hearts beating out loud
although the names have changed
inside we're all the same
why can't we tear down the walls
and show the scars we're covering...


Why red, why did you give me this cd you compiled? You said it was specific and I should listen to it. I did. Are you trying to tell me what I think you're telling me.... tell me.
Your late night phone call, my rush to join you at home; leaving the confines of my warm bed. Is it so bad that I stifle now? You say yes, I'm left to ponder your words.

So many of you are curious as to why I have decided not to blog any longer, asking for reasons.

Honestly, my inbox is exploding with tearful good-byes and wishes for me to stay. I cry a bit myself, reading them. It's the woman in me I guess to cry... I suppose I had no idea how many of you cared to hear me every day. That perhaps for me to hear that I made an indellible impression on you was enough reason for me not to leave...

but the words that echo like whispers, the pleas and sadness.