Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so
happy you could die
I told myself that you were right for me
But felt so
lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still
remember
You can get addicted to a certain kinda sadness
Like
resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not
make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit
that I was glad that it was over
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing
I don't even
need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so
rough
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect
your records
And then change your number
Guess that I don't need that
though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now you're just
somebody that I used to know
Now you're just somebody that I used to
know
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believin it was always something that I'd done
But I
don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that
you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you
used to know-oh-oh
But you didn't have cut me off
Make it like it
never happened and that we were nothing (oh)
I don't even need your love, but
you treat me like a stranger
and that feels so rough
No,
you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect you records
And
then change your number (oh)
Guess that I don't need that though
Now
you're just somebody that I used to know
Somebody that I used to
know
Somebody (now your just somebody that I used to know)
That I used to
know
Somebody that I used to know
Somebody (somebody) (now your just
somebody that I used to know)
That I used to know
I used to
know
That I used to know
I used to know
Somebody
Lyrics from Somebody I used to Know- Gotye
My 'Blurt' Prologue...
My story is a long one. Though, now that my life is on track- it feels like just that.
A Story. Maybe someone else's story? I don't know..
Who would have thought this would begin from trying to learn how to touch type?
This is where the idea of typing about my life, my story, on a screen begins.
Surely, by the time I have finished pouring my heart out onto a blank canvas, putting it into
words for someone other than me to understand, I should be able to type 60 words per minute and
my soul will be lighter. My head will be clearer. I will be complete...
A Story. Maybe someone else's story? I don't know..
Who would have thought this would begin from trying to learn how to touch type?
This is where the idea of typing about my life, my story, on a screen begins.
Surely, by the time I have finished pouring my heart out onto a blank canvas, putting it into
words for someone other than me to understand, I should be able to type 60 words per minute and
my soul will be lighter. My head will be clearer. I will be complete...
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