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Rated: E · Lyrics · Spiritual · #1695184
A song about the relationship that you foster with people who listen to your music
night after night, the moon won't change
looks down on someone who stays the same
the record player repeats the song,
your not bored to tears, but you've been crying for so long

there are still hands to hold you tight
but you know they are your own
and conversations to keep you up at night
in your head, because your all alone

night after night, when the moon wanes
fade into nothing, because nothings where you came from
you wish you were a little more like him
up where tears seem so small, so far away from everything

there are still hands to hold you tight
but you know they are your own
and conversations to keep you up at night
in your head, because your all alone

Inside your self, i can't take away your pain
Inside your self, cause you keep falling back again
I cannot I will not, I can't make it go away
I cannot I will not, but if its all I'll do I'll stay

and I'll stay, through the night
each day, comes and brings the light
I care for, I'm there for you
I care for, I'm there for you

and I'll stay, through the night
each day, comes and brings the light
I care for, I'm there for you
I care for, I'm there for you

"Despair is the sickness unto death. It is indeed very far from being true that, literally understood, one dies of this sickness, or that this sickness ends with bodily death. On the contrary, the torment of despair is precisely this, not to be able to die. The desperate have much in common with the situation of the moribund when they lie and struggle with death, and cannot die. So to be sick unto death is, not to be able to die -- yet not as though there were hope of life; no the hopelessness in this case is that even the last hope, death, is not available. When death is the greatest danger, one hopes for life; but when one becomes acquainted with an even more dreadful danger, one hopes for death. So when the danger is so great that death has become one’s hope, despair is the disconsolateness of not being able to die."- Soren Kierkegaard

Inside your self, i can't take away your pain
Inside your self, cause you keep falling back again
I cannot I will not, I can't make it go away
I cannot I will not, but if its all I'll do I'll stay
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