"You're a catch"
"You're my best friend"
"You're great"
Bull shit
Bull shit
Bull shit
a wise man learns from others mistakes
a smart man learns from his own
a fool never learns
I'm a fool.
I open up to Whitney, the woman I could see myself marrying, she takes a look at my brokenness and the mess that I am and simply tells me
"You're a catch, You're my best friend, but I feel a great peace about breaking up"
I heal from that wound. I open up to Bea, the only other woman I could see myself marrying, she takes a look at my brokenness and the mess that I am and simply tells me
"You're a catch, You're my best friend, but I feel great relief about breaking up"
What is a man to think?
Two times I've pursued, I've tried my damndest to be with a woman I could spend my life with. I could birth my children with.
Two times I've been told the same exact piece of bull shit when they no longer want to deal with me once I trust them enough to open up.
Fuck this.
How the hell does everyone seem to make finding and marrying someone so damn easy?
It's fucking painful, You stick your neck out there like a performing artist whose been working on this act their whole life and once the curtains drop everyone walks away grunting "that was ugly"
What would You have me do?
Try again?
how many more tries do You want me to take?
I'm not a god, I'm not love, I'm not perfect
I know You can hang on a cross naked and vulnerable and have people abandon You because it's too ugly but I can't.
This fucking hurts.
It's nights and nights of tears and sleepless hours.
It's "what ifs" and "she was right there" and "what happened" and "what's wrong with me"
I'm only a man.
This sort of stuff takes it's toll on a man.
What would You have me do?
Keep pursuing a woman who doesn't want the work or mess that I am, like stubborn love?
Pick myself up dust myself off and try to find yet another woman?
Or remain single?
What would You have me do?
Oh right I forgot, You aren't going to fucking tell me shit.
You're going to leave me here to figure it out on my own.
Everytime I go through shit like this I have more questions than answers when it's all said and done and I'm never certain if what I've chosen is what You want. I'm fending for myself, it's always seemed to go this way.
She tells me "I think counseling will be really good for you"
Ha Ha, "I think you're really fucked up" put very politely.
Once again, I can't change the past. And so I fucking keep moving forward more scars, more bruises, more mistakes as I fucking keep moving.
Bruce Springsteen - The Wrestler
"You're my best friend"
"You're great"
Bull shit
Bull shit
Bull shit
a wise man learns from others mistakes
a smart man learns from his own
a fool never learns
I'm a fool.
I open up to Whitney, the woman I could see myself marrying, she takes a look at my brokenness and the mess that I am and simply tells me
"You're a catch, You're my best friend, but I feel a great peace about breaking up"
I heal from that wound. I open up to Bea, the only other woman I could see myself marrying, she takes a look at my brokenness and the mess that I am and simply tells me
"You're a catch, You're my best friend, but I feel great relief about breaking up"
What is a man to think?
Two times I've pursued, I've tried my damndest to be with a woman I could spend my life with. I could birth my children with.
Two times I've been told the same exact piece of bull shit when they no longer want to deal with me once I trust them enough to open up.
Fuck this.
How the hell does everyone seem to make finding and marrying someone so damn easy?
It's fucking painful, You stick your neck out there like a performing artist whose been working on this act their whole life and once the curtains drop everyone walks away grunting "that was ugly"
What would You have me do?
Try again?
how many more tries do You want me to take?
I'm not a god, I'm not love, I'm not perfect
I know You can hang on a cross naked and vulnerable and have people abandon You because it's too ugly but I can't.
This fucking hurts.
It's nights and nights of tears and sleepless hours.
It's "what ifs" and "she was right there" and "what happened" and "what's wrong with me"
I'm only a man.
This sort of stuff takes it's toll on a man.
What would You have me do?
Keep pursuing a woman who doesn't want the work or mess that I am, like stubborn love?
Pick myself up dust myself off and try to find yet another woman?
Or remain single?
What would You have me do?
Oh right I forgot, You aren't going to fucking tell me shit.
You're going to leave me here to figure it out on my own.
Everytime I go through shit like this I have more questions than answers when it's all said and done and I'm never certain if what I've chosen is what You want. I'm fending for myself, it's always seemed to go this way.
She tells me "I think counseling will be really good for you"
Ha Ha, "I think you're really fucked up" put very politely.
Once again, I can't change the past. And so I fucking keep moving forward more scars, more bruises, more mistakes as I fucking keep moving.
Bruce Springsteen - The Wrestler