Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Who's gonna save your soul.

Who’s Gonna Save My Soul
Got some bad news this morning
Which en turn made my day
When this someone spoke I listened
All of a sudden has less and less to say
Oooo how could this be
All this time I’ve lived vicariously
Who’s gonna save my soul now
Who’s gonna save my soul now
How will my story ever be told now
How will my story be told now
Made me feel like somebody …huh
Like somebody else
Although he was imitated often
It felt like I was being myself
Is it a shame that someone else’s song
Was totally and completely depended on
Who’s gonna save my soul now
Who’s gonna save my soul now
I wonder if I’ll live grow old now
Getting high cause I feel so low down
And maybe it’s a little selfish
All I have is the memory
Yet I never stopped to wonder
Was it possible you hurtin’ worse than me
Still my hunger turns to greed
Cause what about what I need
And Ooooo
Who’s gonna save my soul now
Whooooo’s gon save my soul now
Oooo I know I’m out of control now hoohooo
Tired enough to lay my own soul down

I was recently introduced to this song. Its about a break up. Not just ANY break up. The break up that breaks the person being broken up with. Break ups like like being cut in the chest with a butter knife, ripping it out with your OWN hands and serving it fresh on a plate (as depicted on the video). I personally know what this feels like. First loves and and first love break ups are always hard but this song and this video completely illustrated what i felt and what i still feel now. In real life...I was hurt. I still am. New relationships have risen and have not so much failed but come to a stand still. They haven't been able to grow and breath only because of my desire to be in a fresh relationship. A clean slate if you will. But do i count that as time wasted? Nah. Just time shared. And time i still plan on sharing. At the end of this video, after the heart grew a mouth and started singing it took a knife and stabbed itself. Again this feeling is all to familiar. Giving your heart to a person and being used for ulterior motives or trying to move on but that person draws you back in with something like a simple text. And while you know that you shouldn't go back, there's always that thought of that first love. That first time love. You know the kind that seems like it'll never end? But when it does its like that heart on a plate. Those words "Who's gonna save your soul?"...who's is gonna save mine? From being torn and tattered again. And who's gonna allow me to do the same for them. To treat them with the same respect and give them the same honesty i, myself have always want to be treated with. Who knows really....who's gonna save your soul....