I am alive, I am alive, and that is the best that I can do
Golden-haired, golden-hearted; she was the most beautiful person I knew, and I drove her out of my life, out of my arms. “I can’t live without her” would be the appropriate, predictable thing to say, but the problem is, it isn’t even true. I can live without her. I know I can live through any pain, and I hate myself for it. I just want the peace that only comes with death.
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We interrupt Hazy’s chopin for some Margot and the Nuclear so an so’s Very nice.
I find it interesting you want to die because you have the ability to go on. I am going to think on this. To want to die because you have the ability to go on.
I think I understand. It would be how I would feel if one of my children died. I’d be able to go on, but I would want to die because I had the strength to go on.
Thank you for sharing this song. It was very nice.