Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own.

Some people know for a fact with a certain sense of disbelief I walk a hard life inside. Some people find it hard to believe that there is such thing as a life as hard as I describe it to be. I, on the other hand know I’ve had it tough because after all…it is my life. If I don’t know what I’ve been going through all these years.

Who else does anyway?

But all in all when it comes down to it, no matter how much I may hate the life I live, no matter how much I may whine and complain about it when I have the chance. No matter what has been happening…I’ve always moved on. No matter what, I have to keep moving on.

That doesn’t mean I can let go of it.

I’ve realised that yeah…there will be no love that can contend with the love I have for her. It’s not that I won’t give anyone else a chance, it’s just that unless the conditions for other relationships are equal to the three years I was with her, that love is one of a kind. It’s the kind that would never die, the kind that comes back to haunt you in the middle of the night or in the most secure part of your life. The kind that despite the hell raised on earth…

It’s still the slice of heaven very few ever see.

It’s just another one of those ironies that come back to haunt me anyway when I happen to bump into a song that is so…freakily coincidental it’s just not funny anymore. Let’s just say that in all respect, if anything I dedicate this song to the person I can never let go from my life despite moving on from it. I think you’ll know why this song does mean so much that it’s just scary.

Tough, you think you’ve got the stuff.
You’re telling me and anyone.
You’re hard enough.

You don’t have to put up a fight.
You don’t have to always be right.
Let me take some of the punches.
For you tonight.

Listen to me now.
I need to let you know.
You don’t have to go it alone.

And it’s you when I look in the mirror.
And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone.
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own.

We fight all the time.
You and I…that’s alright.
We’re the same soul.
I don’t need…I don’t need to hear you say.
That if we weren’t so alike.
You’d like me a whole lot more.

Listen to me now.
I need to let you know.
You don’t have to go it alone.

And it’s you when I look in the mirror.
And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone.
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own.

I know that we don’t talk.
I’m sick of it all.
Can – you – hear – me – when – I –
Sing, you’re the reason I sing.
You’re the reason why the opera is in me…

Where are we now?
I’ve got to let you know.
A house still doesn’t make a home.
Don’t leave me here alone…

And it’s you when I look in the mirror.
And it’s you that makes it hard to let go.
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own.
Sometimes you can’t make it.
The best you can do is to fake it.
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own.

So let it be said that somewhere in my head and heart, I know I have to have a little more sense for myself…but at least not without a degree of stubbornness that I’m known for. Some things are worth keeping all your life even though you walked up ahead from it.

Even if it causes the nights of headaches and heartaches.

Even if risks losing the chances for another person to love me.

Some things are worth keeping in life for what they are.

It’s just what a sentimental person is all about.

It’s just what I am all about.

One thought on “Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own.

  1. Hey…your post touched me..
    only very few appreciate the true meaning of love, even more so when its far from reach..I’m glad there’re those who don’t take little things for granted,there’re those who’re not scared to bare their souls in honesty…you take care!!

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