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Somewhere down the line there was a vision once so clear, a picture of a million words but that picture disappeared somewhere down the line, I tell myself it’s for the best. Even though its hard to see, I know this picture wouldn’t last. At seventeen I learned never to be sure, sure of what will happen. Sure of what’s deserved. And I’m not saying I don’t believe in anything, I’ve just learned that some things aren’t what they seem. I am a rock therefore I feel no…Goodbye and so long are all I say to you and I can move on because I feel no…Because I am a stone, that shit don’t phase me. Take that picture once so clear, burn it into ashes. Make that picture disappear but don’t regret your actions.

You are my one good friend. And you know me all too well. But your eyes don't shine as of late like they used to when they'd light up the way.

'Cause there's a hole where your heart is. 'Cause there's a hole where your heart was.

You always were my confidant—a hidden journal that understands. But your pages (are) torn out as of late. And I've lost my way with words—have I lost my friend?

'Cause there's a hole where your heart was. 'Cause you already know me better and you know where my heart will travel. You already know me better.
Yeah, you always knew me better than that.

WHEN I LOOK BACK ON LIFE WILL I SEE YEARS OF HESITATION? OR WAS IT ALL JUST RIGHT? WILL I STILL BE ASKING QUESTIONS?
WILL I BE SELF-CONSUMED? OR CONSUMED IN BEING SELFLESS? WILL I HAVE LEFT TOO SOON? HAVE I ABANDONED FEELING HELPLESS?

WILL I REMEMBER WHEN THEY TOLD ME I HAD A REASON FOR THIS LIFE, I SAID I SHOULD. AND THEY SAID, "GO, SON, AND MAKE THE MOST OF YOURSELF." I SAID I WOULD.
YOU ARE HERE RIGHT NOW BUT YOU WANT TO BE SOMEWHERE ELSE. YOU WERE THERE BEFORE BUT YOU WANTED TO BE WHERE YOU'RE NOW.) OH YOUR SOUGHT-AFTER HAPPINESS, DID YOU EVER FINALLY FIND IT? OR WAS THERE ALWAYS SOMEWHERE BETTER OR BEST WHERE ANY DAY NOWЃ\ANY DAY NOW YOU WOULD.

I WANT TO DEDICATE MY HEART SO FULLY TO SOMEONE THAT I LOVE SO TRULY.
I WANT TO DEDICATE MY LIFE SO FULLY TO SOMETHING I BELIEVE IN.

Truth always hits me in the face like a bag of bricks and I swing blindly with whatever words or weapons I could find. And I always end up leaving thinking “how’d things get so bad?” When the answer’s right in front of me. When the answer is myself. (When I look at myself, (I) see how things get so bad. The answer’s in the mirror. The answer’s myself.) So press stop. Press rewind. Play that part right there and watch yourself cross every line. (I can start this now). I can turn this around. I can start this all over as somebody new. (I swear I won’t) I swear I won’t let you down. No, not this time, not again (just say that you love me). Just say the words you still love me. Not this time, not again (just say that you love me). Just say the words you still…You still love. And I’ll do anything, I swear. And now regret fills me as I see how much I’ve hurt you. I keep repeating to myself, that’s it this time I lost you. And then a scene plays in my mind: The ocean waves crash softly, you whisper ‘hey you’ in my ear and say how much you love me. (The ocean it crashes in my mind so softly. Your whispers they haunt me and tell me you love me.) Just stop. Press rewind. Play that part right there and watch yourself cross every line. But I let you down, so just let me… But I let you down. (I can start this now as somebody new. I swear I won’t). We’re so scared of each other.

" I have watched from there the lightning flashing over my head and cleaving the storm-clouds. I have seen green forests, fields, rivers, lakes, towns. I have heard the singing of the sirens, and the strains of the shepherds’ pipes; I have touched the wings of comely devils who flew down to converse with me of God … In your books I have flung myself into the bottomless pit, performed miracles, slain, burned towns, preached new religions, conquered whole kingdoms …

“Your books have given me wisdom. All that the unresting thought of man has created in the ages is compressed into a small compass in my brain. I know that I am wiser than all of you.

“And I despise your books, I despise wisdom and the blessings of this world. It is all worthless, fleeting, illusory, and deceptive, like a mirage. You may be proud, wise, and fine, but death will wipe you off the face of the earth as though you were no more than mice burrowing under the floor, and your posterity, your history, your immortal geniuses will burn or freeze together with the earthly globe.

“You have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for truth, and hideousness for beauty. You would marvel if, owing to strange events of some sorts, frogs and lizards suddenly grew on apple and orange trees instead of fruit, or if roses began to smell like a sweating horse; so I marvel at you who exchange heaven for earth. I don’t want to understand you." - The Bet by Anton Chekhov

Three years. Is there still time? Will I accept the fact that I can’t make you mine? Oh what a dream you still remain. While my undying hope for us is still the same. But I learned no matter how much you try, sometimes you just can’t outsmart life. So like Daisy and Gatsby, we could never be. It goes to show for this little dream of mine. Because of her he built a life. Everything he made reflected her desires. Kind of like what I have tried to do: Surround myself with all the things that might please you. It’s kind of sad how hard he tried through his life and the way he died. Everything he bought for her, everything but he couldn’t buy her heart. Tomorrow’s promise to bring new hope is the only thing I have, the only thing I need. Each time I wake up it’s with me again and my dreams are all I have. My dreams are all I need. It’s bringing me down building me up to bring me down.

The wrong things got me down, I turn my back on what I love the most well….I thought you’d let me down, but I can clearly make it on my own and I want you to know, that I’m not backing down, I’ve given up on backing down. I want you to know, that I’m not giving up, I’ve given up on giving up. Cause I’m my only hope in this world. And I’m not lonely ‘cause I’m my only hope in this world. Back to the same routine, that ive been following, for the past ten years of my life. But now’s a different scene, and I’m the one who chose to volunteer my time. I want you to know, that I’m not backing down, I’ve given up on backing down.(that’s the only thing, the only thing I know) I want you to know, that im not giving up, (I know for certain that I cant let this go). How can you say you’re my friend, when all you do is pretend, wont let me down again. I’ve waited for this to end I got my fist in my hand, you wanna talk again? (I made a decision, i’m not sitting out this one) How can you say youre my friend, when all you do is pretend, wont let me down again. I’ve waited for this to end I got my fist in my hand, you wanna talk again?

IT GOES LIKE A WHISPER OF A SHORT, BEAUTIFUL POEM. AND IT EVEN MAKES YOU ACHE FOR THOSE DISASTERS YOU HAD FORSAKEN BUT THEY WERE THERE TO HELP YOU GROW AND GUIDE YOU HOME.

ALL MY DESIRES. ALL OF MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY. A LOVE LIKE A FIRE. A LIFE THAT MEANT EVERYTHING TO ME.

ITS A GLIMPSE OF A SUNSET ON A WARM GOLDEN BLUE COAST. IT'S THE FEELING OF THE PEACE THAT WE'RE ALL AFTER. IT'S WHAT NABOKOV SAW WHEN HE LAST SPOKE.

Перевод:

You smile as you tell me about your day. When I've given up on words you've got a million things to say. I've been seeing you've been helping keep Mom strong these days. No complaints about the new apartment where the two of you will stay.

Oh, you are wise beyond your years my bright soul.

You're my hero. You give me hope. With your cheerful disposition, words of wisdom, and compassion, you're my hero.

Six years ago we didn't even know your name but somehow you saved our family on the day you came. See I know that you've been helping Dad go on these days. He teaches you so many things I'm sure you teach him just the same.

I close my eyes, dear, and begin my life. You know sometimes, I fear, I’m not even alive—I’m just a breath in time (but I could be more). I’m just a waste of time (and I can’t tell what I’m good for). The explosion awakes me at night and I have trouble accepting the fact that you might…Will you walk away from me? Will you walk away?

Why should I say anything to you? You don’t seem to mind I’ve disappeared, completely cut myself from you. Why should I shred my vocal chords for you? The numbness (has) long since worn away yet each word still cuts at my throat just the same.
But every now and then I think about how you’re doing and how things coulda been–the irony in what you said, “Can’t you stand up for yourself, they’re walking all over you?” Well I did, and you’re gone ’cause you fled the scene. Did you think that I was that easy to break, who needs hatred when there’s rage, because I don’t hate you.. Lucas: (the truth is you can slit my throat, and with my one last gasping breath, id hack at your face with a meat cleaver….) you ran away now, now wake tomorrow consumed by your own guilt.
What’s the matter? Don’t you like my shirt? What’s the matter? It still got your bloody little handprints all over . Shoudn’t you be proud?
With every pause in my lines and every sigh from my mouth you’ll feel the pangs of your guilt as you scream out loud. Just realize what you did, Just realize what you did.

I painted a picture of you in my mind on a brand new white canvas. I admired my work and I fell in love. I stood by it for days, then for weeks, then for months. Then you walked in the room, set my picture on fire. (Are you ready to pay for what you did?) And I looked in dismay at the person I painted. (Are you ready to pay ’cause I can’t forgive) “Oh no, this can’t be you, you couldn’t have acted that way,” I screamed out as my masterpiece went up in flames. I broke down when the ashes spilled on the ground. I looked up at a stranger I thought I had known. Does this mean that I never loved you? Does this mean that I never even knew you at all? I painted a picture of you in my mind. And I left it in black and white. (I drew you like I thought you should be. I drew you so perfectly.) I kept out the details that I didn’t like. And I thought it was perfect. And I knew it was wrong but I painted away. (Are you ready to pay for what you did?) (I) thought that I could convince myself in this way. (Are you ready to pay ’cause I can’t forgive) All the things I denied yet I knew deep inside—it’s so much easier to just lie. So I lied. We stand two feet apart like two strangers unknown. We don’t speak the same language. Are you listening at all? And that look in your eyes never did feel like home but I made it mine. I made it my own. And I think it’d be best if we just stayed away from each other right now, at least just for today. But it’s so easy to miss you. You’re all that I know. ‘Cause I made you mine. I made you my own. I broke down as the ashes had fell on the ground. I looked up at a stranger I thought I had known. Does this mean that I never loved you? Does this mean that I never knew you? Does this mean that I’ll never even know you at all? So we start, start talking again now that we have a new place to begin. And as I’m listening I start to paint you again. Does this mean that I never loved you? Does this mean that I never knew you? Does this mean that I’ll never even know you at all?

Here I am at last with a vision and a pen but my head tells me that I can’t do it again. “Oh no, the time is spent. You’re setting yourself up just to fail. You’re going to waste your time in vain.” But I still remain like the air before the summer, like sunshine after rain. Like the time you and I had met and we knew it right then, but do we forget? do we forget? Do we forget. Here I am again with the ocean and the sand, a breeze, my friend, and the warmest memories we’ve made. Our pain, long days, and everything in between subsides as a wave takes me away. But I still remain like a smile to your temper, like a song that ends your pain. Like the time you and I had met and we knew it right then. But do we forget? do we forget? But am I too far from where you are? Since I’ve convinced myself I’ve lost myself in my lost self, I’ve lost it. Here I am at last…

Перевод:

И вот я, наконец, наедине с мечтой и ручкой, но внутренний голос подсказывает, что я не могу делать это снова. “О, нет, время прошло. Ты настраиваешь себя только на провал. Ты собираешься тратить свое время зря”. Но я по-прежнему остаюсь, как воздух с наступлением лета, как солнечный свет после дождя. То время, когда мы встретились, мы знали, но забываем? Мы забываем? Разве мы забываем. И я снова здесь с океаном и песком, с бризом и моими друзьями, и с теплыми воспоминаниями, что мы оставляем. Наша боль, трудное время и все между нами стихает, словно волна уносит меня. Но я по-прежнему остаюсь, как твоя характерная улыбка, как песня, которая положила конец твоей боли. То время, когда мы встретились, мы знали. Но мы забываем? Мы забываем? Я так далеко от тебя? Так я убедил себя, что потерял себя внутри потерянного себя, я потерял. В конце концов, такой я…

The air we breathe is cold but comes out warm as we let go―changes shape and form, a part of us but never owned.
And so I’ve been transformed just like the air that leaves my lungs. I’ve landed in your arms but never long enough to hold.

But I plan to take this journey to its very final step. And I plan to let it take me, promise to hold nothing back. And I won’t forget the love and friends I’ve called my own. I won’t forget the footsteps that I took back home.

So by now, you know what you are: A light to pierce ocean, an echo from a star. As for me--you’re never really far from my heart.

It starts with just one thought that like a ripple turned (into) a wave becomes powerful enough to wash entire empires away.

He’s on his way to a church he finally found somewhere downtown. “I swear its gotta have the answers now for why my life has turned upside down.” Another day that the alcohol he holds (is) his only friend. “Just one more gulp to numb life down,” but still the ache won’t go away.

And if the world was up to him he’d turn it back, beg it to make up for all the things he lacks. But would he see that there is nothing that he needs that he don’t have, he'd keep it running. Would he keep it turning just the way it has?

She’s far away as she’s squinting in the mirror blurring features on her face. “I used to be so much prettier. And maybe that’s why he’s gone away.” No words to say for the old friend who’s been listening to her cry except “I promise things will turn around maybe tomorrow, for sure some day.”

Oh, if the world was up to her she’d turn it back. Beg it to make up for all the things she lacks. But would she see that there is nothing that she needs that she don’t have, she'd keep it running? Would she keep it turning just the way it has?

There’s nothing left to say, ‘cause the story has been read, did you read it long ago? Did you forget the end? The part that made you cry, well I tore those pages out. Yeah I’ll rewrite it on my own, when I find some time. Can one spend all his thoughts? I think its happened once before. Can one think way too much? I don’t think that’s my case. Maybe its because I watch too much TV, there’s never enough time to re-collect my thoughts.

Is something wrong with me ‘cause I fall too hard, got no tricks up my sleeves maybe I should get some…and those words they hurt the most cause they’re from the heart, sticks and stones may break my bones but words tear me apart. Out of words. Maybe I said too much. And if I spoke too much, I’m sorry that I did ‘cause there’s never enough time, to re-collect my thoughts. I’m out of words

She says, "I had my chances with love. It knows me well. Had my heart filled to the brim and they all drank from the well. I am in no shape, my friend to fortune tell. But darling, if you know me at all, go on and leave me be to myself."
No you won't go alone. I will be by your side. To prove us both wrong. I will be by your side.
I had my chances with faith. Now, hard to tell. Had my hopes tall as the sky, and like painted birds they all fell. Except that one that flies with you, and though it goes far away. I still hear it every morning singing the words that I once heard you say.

Say something I'm giving up on you
I'll be the one if you want me to
Anywhere I would have followed you
Say something I'm giving up on you

And I am feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all

Silent Kind

Sometimes I think it would be nice if I could take my own advice. See, I know I'm not better. I just pretend I'm being clever.

But you, your wisdom is the silent kind. Though few, your words they seem to fill my mind. In time I think that I might learn a thing or two if I just shut up and listen to you.

I weave my evenings into words, but you prefer your songs unheard. I frantically write all things down, but you say words spoil the truth of sound.

I see them in this sound

We're the long drives and talks of hopes and fears.
And the warm quiet we've sat with all these years.
And we've also felt like nothing at all
it doesn't stop us though, we know all we need to know…

Flash back to a recent dream where you were face to face with how you feel and you were holding your life in your hands.

You are my nights’, startled sky….never mine. When all my fears are gone(and all the words I’ve meant to say). And theres no doubt in my mind (burning the tip of my tongue). You turn your back and now I’ve gotta start over. Cant even look me in the eyes. We’re still friends what’s the difference, right? Don’t forget that I can discard you, at any moment that i choose to. Don’t forget that my sympathies running thinner every day I see you. You forget what I once meant to you. Don’t leave me alone. Why cant we just talk about this? You and your childish conversation. When will you grow up and see this for what it could be? You and your childish conversation.

Everybody knows a truth inside that louder grows. Everybody knows, yeah everybody knows.
Everybody knows it's what's inside of us that shows. Everybody knows, yeah everybody knows.

You're telling me it's overwhelming to do your best when it feels like everything is ending. Life feels so slow when all you do is dream of sleep while you're awake oh I know.

Did you ever really hear me? Did you hear a word I said? (Like a storm across the ocean and a wave that carries hope to destroy the walls that hold you and the darkness that you've known.)

All my life I've been looking for answers and now I look inside and find the strength that I've wanted to know.

It's not a question now of when I live but how. Life's not a riddle and it waits for no man. My thoughts they just compound like the headache that I found on the Bleecker afternoon we drank ourselves sick.

So darling, where (are) we headed now? It's just that I've seen the days go.
So darling, are we in or out? It's just that I've seen the days go. Oh the days go.

(The) first glass goes easy down. (The) second one the music sounds like it was written solely for this moment in time. Third one you're beautiful. Fourth glass it's pitiful that the man across the bar reminds him of his father.

All these days go by and they say I've got to figure out what it is that I want. But see I just want to fly on the wings of my dreams--whatever that means.

You’ll have days when you are lying on the ground, the enormous sky above just holds you down—like a weight you never knew. And you’ll gasp to call for help, but there’s no sound. Don’t give up, my brave soul, no, there’s still life to be found all around you when you see.

When you see.

‘Cause there'll be days when you will rise and know your worth. You've seen the sky won’t budge so you will move the earth—from a strength you never knew. And the voice that leaves your lungs will cut through stone. Don’t give up my brave soul, no, you’re not on your own.

No.

You know I’ve always meant to thank you but its always slipped my mind. I’m sorry if it seems I’m always too wrapped up in myself. Well if friendship is the only thing in which I haven’t yet lost trust, I have only you to thank. All the world may break to pieces and every cloud may turn to stone. Time may give back all its taken. But I am not alone. This may be the only chance I’ve got, to say thanks a lot. Its been appreciated. If on short notice I may leave and you need more reason to believe, take comfort in what you’ve done, its always meant the world to me. Time will take away all its given. Time can’t touch what you have given to me.

All our lives we try to go a little bit faster
And those we leave behind, we plan on seeing them after
But there's an ocean between us now, and it's been too long

All I can see now are waves sent from the horizon
With bottles that they bring with notes of hope for their loved ones
But there's a lifetime between us now, and it's been too far

I don’t know just how it happened. I’ve always thought I’ve had it figured out and now I have nothing but questions. A heart that’s full of fear, a head filled with doubt.
You seem to have all the answers but I’ve always been quite the skeptic.

Hey beautiful, will you grace city streets with me by your side? We’ll lose ourselves and I’ll selfishly hope to find myself in your eyes.

The city air smells of autumn, coffee, cigarettes, and speeding cars. And flashing signs, though we ignore them, guide us like beacons through the night.
We don’t need a map or directions, we’ll just float where this pavement will take us.