Sunday, January 04, 2009
♥ Sunday, January 04, 2009
I had fun today.
I am now speeding my way through eat pray love again - which surprises me how I haven't gotten bored, seeing how this book gets me bored if I read it too fast - and I'm at the part where Liz is in Bali and I'm thinking why I can't be her.
On the way back from the mall I came across many songs in my dad's car, which has an impressive stereo, undeniably. Though many of them included food (Chocolatte and the McDonald's-McDonald's-Kentucky-Fried-Chicken-And-The-Pizza-Hut song, as well as some weird one that included the lyrics Put Your Pants On) there was this song. I just thought it was how I felt. Feel.
Superwoman - Karyn White
Early in the morning I put breakfast at your table
And make sure that your coffee has its sugar and cream
Your eggs are over easy, your toast done lightly
All that's missing is your morning kiss that used to greet me
Now you say the juice is sour, it used to be so sweet
And I can't help but to wonder if you're talking 'bout me
We don't talk the way we used to talk, it's hurtin' so deep
I've got my pride, I will not cry, but it's makin' me weak
I'm not your superwoman
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down and think that everything's okay
Boy, I am only human
This girl needs more than occasional hugs as a token of love from you to me, oh baby
I fought my way through the rush hour trying to make it home just for you
I want to make sure that your dinner will be waiting for you
But when you get there you just tell me you're not hungry at all
You said you'd rather read the paper and you don't want to talk
You like to think that I'm just crazy when I say that you changed
I'm convinced I know the problem, you don't love me the same
You're just going through the motions and you're not being fair
I've got my pride, I will not cry; still I can't help but care
I'm not your superwoman
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down and think that everything's okay
Boy, I am only human
This girl needs more than occasional hugs as a token of love from you to me
Oh, baby, look into the corners of your mind
I'll always be there for you through good and bad times
But I can't be that superwoman that you want me to be
I'll give my everlasting love if you'll return love to me
If you feel it in your heart and you understand me
Stop right where you are, everybody sing along with me
I'm the kind of girl that can treat you so sweet
But you got to realize that you got to be sweeter to me
I'm not your superwoman
I'm not the kind of girl that you can let down and think that everything's okay
Boy, I am only human
This girl needs more than occasional hugs as a token of love from you to me
I'm not your superwoman.
Pretty lyrics, but ugly truth.
(I would just like to tell you that my brother is singing Dragonstea Din Tei in the shower)
I wonder how many actually read my blog. None, if you think of it. Right now it's sort of a diary to just write down what I feel, rather than having to use pen and paper. The internet right now is sort of a lost and found engine for me - maybe some time later I'll forget about this blog entirely, and when I am eighty and old and gray and very sad indeed I'll turn on the computer and come to this website and reminisce about the olden days or something.
I don't even know what I'm talking about.
Anywho, I think I've decided to stop falling deeper. I don't know how I'm supposed to tell this to you, but I have to. Maybe tomorrow.
Or not.
P.S. Liz, I need your help.
