It Hurts
That Guy.
I think how Sister * husband felt when he found out he was That Guy. The one who sacrificed everything and didn't even think he was That Guy until it was way too late.
That Guy.
The one that doesn't listen. Who sits staring her in the mouth and doesn't hear a word she is saying.
That Guy.
The one who she has told over and over again what is wrong but he just imagined she would get over it.
That Guy.
That Guy never finds out about his flaws until it is too late.
Did he realize what was at stake?
That Guy always tries to fix something that he should have fixed before.
That Guy always puts himself before everything else with wreckless abandon.
That's the Guy lovers hate.
Who destroys everything day by day.
Who takes what is precious and throws it away.
Did That Guy ever stop to think, Contemplate and reflect?
That one day he would stand alone looking at his wreck?
That Guy was warned and maybe even told.
However for his desires his treasures sold.
Did not they tell him desires are like the breeze?
They may move things about but they always leave.
Did they not tell him that it will fall down like rain?
The day he sees destruction and waves of pain.
What was he thinking, why didn't he know?
What was good is gone with one heartbreaking blow.
It sucks to be That Guy when you thought you were the one.
That brought rays of love shining warmly as the sun.
But now you know it is sad to say there is no more facade.
You took this and cast away.
You paid the price for your actions and now pain no longer odd.
You feel it now and curse yourself for being so utterly dense.
You pick up the pieces but they don't fit.
You have destroyed what you represent.
It is scattered through the years of pain.
A path of hope killed in vain.
Your pain stricken days forces you to think did this all make sense?
How many times do I have to try to tell you
That I'm sorry for the things I've done
But when I start to try to tell you
That's when you have to tell me
Hey... this kind of trouble's only just begun
Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut
That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words
That keep on falling from your mouth
But I can still read what you're thinking
And I've heard it said too many times
Why can't you see this boat is sinking
(this boat is sinking this boat is sinking)
Let's go down to the water's edge
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out turning inside out
These are the words I never said
This is the path I'll never tread
These are the dreams I'll dream instead
This is the joy that's seldom spread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
'cause i don't think you know how I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
I don't think you know what I fear
Hello, Muhammad!
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You are most welcome.
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