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Yeah, I wrote this one during my hiatus a week ago...I'm sure everyone knows the feeling of having a girl or guy they can't live without, and then, y'know, having to live without them, and this is what that's all about. That sense of loss and emptyness. So yeah, it's called "An Ode to You and I", and I like it a lot.
I’ve been here before
A familiar trail
Old, cold, and well-worn
Running swiftly now, through deep, dank forest
Though I’m not quite sure what
I’m running from or
Why I’m running or
Where I’m going
Or when I’ll begin knowing
When exactly I’ll arrive there
But now, I took a pause and thought
I’m sure I’m running from you
And all our past, all the things you’ve forced me through,
All the pain that I endured was a joke to you,
But that pain’s cured, it’s gone, removed, here no more
Somewhere along the path
I wondered if I’d make it out alive
Realized that if I died it wouldn’t be much of a problem
So I kept on walking
And yet, as I walk I strive
To find the path that by now
I’ve lost, and I seek the power to
Survive, to make it through these roadless woods
I want to make it out alive from this journey
Is this a journey?
What causes all of this,
The life that we live
Who classifies all of this
What is this classified as?
I’m seeking answers without
Asking questions and
Even though I’m moving
As fast as I possibly can
I’m getting nowhere at all
Still stuck in the forest, trapped
Held captive by this force,
Your force, your power—
I think that even though
I’ve gotten nowhere...
Forget about it, this past
And me, this past and me both
It’s all long gone
Just another shadow in the forest
Haunting you through memories,
Stalking you in your dreams
I’m done, this is it
Thanks for the memories
It’s been real
It’s been fun
It’s been real fun.
But now I’m gone, or you’re gone
Only one person has to be removed
From a relationship, and then it’s
Not a relationship, all you’re left with
Is two very lonely, aimless people
Wandering around without a purpose
Is that really worth it?
Was this worth it?
You’re worth it, every second, every
Breath, every moment, all of it
You’re completely worth it…
But that leaves us with a problem, doesn’t it…
One last question unanswered
A phrase left hanging throughout time
Left there, soulless, but with a steady chime
It echoes, it sings, it reverberates, it rings…
The question stands, dances around
Frolics through an empty town...
...Am I worth it?
I’ve been here before
A familiar trail
Old, cold, and well-worn
Running swiftly now, through deep, dank forest
Though I’m not quite sure what
I’m running from or
Why I’m running or
Where I’m going
Or when I’ll begin knowing
When exactly I’ll arrive there
But now, I took a pause and thought
I’m sure I’m running from you
And all our past, all the things you’ve forced me through,
All the pain that I endured was a joke to you,
But that pain’s cured, it’s gone, removed, here no more
Somewhere along the path
I wondered if I’d make it out alive
Realized that if I died it wouldn’t be much of a problem
So I kept on walking
And yet, as I walk I strive
To find the path that by now
I’ve lost, and I seek the power to
Survive, to make it through these roadless woods
I want to make it out alive from this journey
Is this a journey?
What causes all of this,
The life that we live
Who classifies all of this
What is this classified as?
I’m seeking answers without
Asking questions and
Even though I’m moving
As fast as I possibly can
I’m getting nowhere at all
Still stuck in the forest, trapped
Held captive by this force,
Your force, your power—
I think that even though
I’ve gotten nowhere...
Forget about it, this past
And me, this past and me both
It’s all long gone
Just another shadow in the forest
Haunting you through memories,
Stalking you in your dreams
I’m done, this is it
Thanks for the memories
It’s been real
It’s been fun
It’s been real fun.
But now I’m gone, or you’re gone
Only one person has to be removed
From a relationship, and then it’s
Not a relationship, all you’re left with
Is two very lonely, aimless people
Wandering around without a purpose
Is that really worth it?
Was this worth it?
You’re worth it, every second, every
Breath, every moment, all of it
You’re completely worth it…
But that leaves us with a problem, doesn’t it…
One last question unanswered
A phrase left hanging throughout time
Left there, soulless, but with a steady chime
It echoes, it sings, it reverberates, it rings…
The question stands, dances around
Frolics through an empty town...
...Am I worth it?
