I told you the best sad song ever written was
"I'd rather go blind" Than to see you walk away ...
by Etta James
So let me lay it on the line
From my point of view
 

I asked you about your trip
With you and your three friends
One of them your high school sweetheart
And you've been dating for months
But you say it's nothing determined, nothing definite
You said it was 30 degrees
and amazing,
and

"I am a cry for help"

In a dark alley
Rob my senses
Grab my wallet

 

"I am grief"

Yes, I'm grief

on a Monday
to Friday

 and

"Baby, I'm sorry!"
Maybe I should make it easier for you
Maybe, I should make the decisions for you
Cause I'm so tired of hearing the same old story
"I don't know what I want" and "Maybe I like you too"
I'm so tired of ifs or maybes
So maybe, I should make the decisions for you

I'm lost att sea
I'm a refugee
Where home is in your arms
In the name of God
I'm "lost faith"
A 132-old attraction
That brings people from all around the globe

"Baby, I'm sorry!"

If I've to spell it out for you
If I've to put my name on it

LOVE

Staring truth in the eyes
Holding flowers Praying for a miracle
That's burried in the sand
Where you're name is being flooded away
and I blow up my mind
Thinking, the fact that you're walking hand in hand
With someone else's charm
In NY, the city that never sleeps
In Central Park
Makes me sick to my stomach

 
And I swallow my pride
Everytime we touch
I swallow my pride
Everytime we talk
I swallow my pride
Everytime I look at you

Maybe I'm the Statue of Liberty
Maybe this is how it feels
To stand tall, measure 93 metres above the ground
Weight about 204 metric tonnes
Have a 35-foot waistline
Wear a size 879 shoe
Facing the fact over the rainbow
Have an iron infrastracture and copper exterior
Which has turned green due to oxidation
Stand the weather with pride
It's love it ain't rocket science
To reach my heart, my crown again
You've to climb 354 stairs

this is now when I hold the torch and tablet
The date when I

declare my Independence