Processing emotions.
Processing love.
Processing my heartbeat.
I am no less selfish.
How can I condemn anyones behavior
When I am no less covered in scars.
Oh, right... because it was condemnable
Processing love for those who treated me so shitty.
But they'll dismiss it and call out me as the user to make light of what they've done....
We hurt those closest to us
Because theyre the ones that know..
Our every weakness and Every failure.
And when we hurt each other, how quick are we to forget.
[CHORUS]
I will always be there for you...
How easy those words can be to say, when they're true.
Love glosses over everything, creating living memories.
But when we find ourselves hurt and angry; to easy those things can take over. And rob us of our truth...
[vErse]
Older truths flair as we face, anything thats real.
Stop lying about not meaning to hurt me.
I know you. For your abuse, and how you can also be kind.
I have work to do too, though pain blinds my ability to feel.
One day I believe we will be at the point to speak, and see each other and know each others hearts.
[CHORUS]
I will always be there for you...
How easy those words can be to say, when they're true.
Love glosses over everything, creating living memories.
But when we find ourselves hurt and angry; to easy those things can take over. And rob us of our truth...
[Verse]
Of course. How could I have been so blind...
As part of me returns. It's easier to remember.
All of us could communicate better.
It's no longer just all on me.
But, I can understand how things must have felt.
To hear so many words that were unfamiliar.
To see a friend struggling and in pain.
And not understanding, not knowing how to help.
And how when that friend still seemed angry,
You built a wall around yourself.
But this doesn't heal, it doesn't really protect.
It causes distance, disconnection, and disrespect.
But I think I get it..
I will always be there for you...
How easy those words can be to say, when they're true.
Love glosses over everything, creating our living memories.
But when we find ourselves hurt and angry; to easy those things can take over. And rob us of our truth...
Rob us of our time
When we don't have any days that are promised.
Robs us of laughter and of our connections
We have to let pride go, and just show up.
No need to be perfect; you're just fine.
Be has you are, and where you're at.
I am sorry if I ever ever made you feel unworthy.
Even if my words and thoughts held no intent to do so.
You are worthy! You always have been.
And I am worthy, too.
As I am.
But I could do a great deal better at showing up for myself... huh?
Huh..
[Solo]
