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PARTS DEPARTMENT
(stuff that is less complete than other stuff)
...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
Ric Candor ©1998
THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS
PARTS DEPARTMENT
(stuff that is less complete than other stuff)
start again...
the date, the time, the name
Amy Lou
and now all over again
Gigi too
...
all the little razor cuts have healed
but my heart still bleeds for you
I still haven't found that off switch
I still feel everything I've ever felt...
and I'm not sure what to do
maybe the biggest challenge in this life
is to take a ball after strike two
when the heart bounces from knife to knife
and the colors all turn blue
or maybe to take just one more swing...
out of the blue
...
out of the blue is where you find me
painting pictures in the sky...
...
she said her favorite color was green
did she mean to be mean
I don't think she ever meant to be mean
she never meant to be mean
...
is anybody out there?
does anybody care
I won't know unless you tell me
can I be more clear?
I'm feeling alone now
nobody is here
and if nobody answers
then nobody cares
...
do I slide into sad?
do I rush into mad?
do I fall into love
with some god from above?
do I give up on life
do I give up on me?
do I hang on to hope
for something I don't see?
...
somewhere the sun is shining
somewhere children laugh
and hearts love
and mouths smile
somewhere someone is caring
I'd like to be there
bring it here
stay a while
...
sometimes I just want to cry
for all the time that's gone
and all the love that's passing by
unshared...
sometimes I just want to laugh
at all the fear that's on
and all the love that's turning off
unshared...
sometimes I just want to die
for all the words long lost
and all the songs that play inside
unheard...
sometimes I just want to live
in a world where people care
and all the time is spent sharing
honest love
sometimes I guess it's too much to ask
sometimes I guess it's just too hard a task
sometimes I guess it's just not meant to be
sometimes I guess life is not meant for me
sometimes I guess I will never belong
still I hope sometimes I'm guessing wrong
...
and still my heart bleeds
red tears torn from my soul
...
I'd rather be sad than angry
because sad feels better than mad
I'd rather be blue than red
because blue doesn't hurt my head
cuz when it's done - I said
I'd rather hurt in my heart than in my head
>...
I'd rather not hurt at all
but I haven't figured out how
to interact with people
without pain
maybe there's something wrong with my heart
or something not right in my brain
I don't want to hurt anyone
but here I am hurting again
maybe I'm just insane
...
sometimes darkness surrounds me
maybe I just don't want to see
sometimes the light blinds me
maybe I just don't want to see
sometimes I ask a question
will one or the other set me free?
sometimes I find an answer
always been right here in me
...
sometimes I bleed light
sometimes I bleed despair
all I need to do is write
all I want to do is share
now does anybody hear?
all I have is what is here
now is anybody there?
all I need to do is care
all I want to do is share
now is anybody here?
...
the date, the time, the name
it's still the same
the universal blame
fear is the shame
strike one strike two
one more word just for you
the best that I can do
out of the blue
...
maybe you remember me
I remember you
I remember you
Amy Lou
now Gigi too
...
time passes
giving more
getting less
that's life I guess
...
hidden in the story
is the happy ending...
missed it again...
...
to be continued...
The Happy Ending
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