Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Wise Up

A day like this makes you wonder what you are doing here in the first place. Why do you put up with this, with them, when no one really cares to know you? No one really knows your world, your soul. Why are you here? You will come and go and they will not even know it. What's left of you are pieces of a crushed heart in a fist, blood wordlessly dripping.

It's not
What you thought
When you first began it
You got
What you want
Now you can hardly stand it though,
By now you know
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up

You're sure
There's a cure
And you have finally found it
You think
One drink
Will shrink you 'til you're underground
And living down
But it's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up

Prepare a list of what you need
Before you sign away the deed
'Cause it's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
No, it's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
No, it's not going to stop
So just...give up


~ Aimee Mann, Wise Up

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You never learn. You ignored all their warnings and trusted again. Wise up, girl. Wise up.

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