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it's painful to sing when the tears are gathering up inside.
let alone love songs of that special some body some body.
and it's frustrating because at the beginning
it felt like everything was meant to be meant to be.
but no... no... all good things has its boundaries and expires.
i don't want to have to walk down the road which my mother took.
i don't want you to have to go through the life my father chose.
i don't want to have the marriage my folks slaved through 10, 20, 30 years
still not understanding, not forgiving, not tolerant, all tyrants.
tyrants of love, of selfish entities, of what-could-have-been.
no i don't want that.
i don't want to have to go through that with you.
but its all beginning to happen; i see my tyrant flashing in front of me.