"...and it hits too hard..."

    2003-10-03/1:09 a.m.

    So on my way to school today, I had on 97.5 and out of nowhere, they played "I Hope You Dance." Me being me, I sat there singing it in between a steady flow of tears. It's just one of those songs that I don't hear that often, but when I do, it brings back a lot of thoughts and memories. It was kind of playing in the back of my mind all day, and then it made me start to think of other songs that have that same affect on me so I'm sitting here tonight, listening to them all and getting all sentimental. Mostly, they just make me sad, but sometimes there's a sprinkling of good memories in there too that make me crack a smile. Basically though, they just make me wish that life was easier... Anyway, I wrote the lyrics of one of "my songs" in here. It's called "Letting Go," by Sozzi and it's from like freshmen year of college. I love it...
"Letting Go" ~Sozzi
Don't call me, don't write, don't show up in the middle of the night.
You know that, we needed, some time and space to breathe in.
I still recall the words you said to me.
It's what you did not say that sets me free.
Now how can I, find peace of mind,
when you keep coming back again.
It's not okay, for you to play, 
this game of see-saw with my head.
Now it hurts too much,
and it hits too hard,
and I won't play this part.
Don't call me, don't write, don't show up in the middle of the night.
You know that, we needed, some time and space to breathe in.
So now I say the things I want to say,
Sometimes it's better letting go this way.
I'll always know, down in my soul,
we really had so far to go. 
I've given all, I had to give,
and now it's time for me to live.
And I won't look back,
and I won't regret,
Though it hurts like hell,
Someday I will forget.
Don't call me, don't write, don't show up in the middle of the night.
You know that, we needed, some time and space to breathe in.
Don't call me, don't write, don't show up in the middle of the night,
to say that, you've been thinking, cause I know it's just the drink in you.
It's funny how we seem to mend up here.
I never thought I'd see this soul disappear.
Don't call me, don't write, don't show up in the middle of the night.
You know that, we needed, some time and space to breathe in.
And this is letting go, this is letting go, and this is letting go, this is letting go.
Don't call me, don't write, don't show up in the middle of the night.
You know that, we needed, some time and space to breathe in.
Don't call me, don't write, don't show up in the middle of the night,
to say that, you've been thinking, cause I know it's just the drink in you.

    
    
    

    


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