If I Have To Lie About It . . .

This blog is a reflection of me, both good and bad. And sometimes in life, bad things happen. Life should be as simple as "she hurt you, stop thinking about her." But those bad things screw you up--hopefully only for a short time, but they still screw you up.

I think the reasons we listen to certain songs and watch certain movies is because they too are a reflection. And right now, I've been listening to The Afghan Whigs' song "My Curse" over and over again. Yeah, you can make a judgment on how my heart feels about this woman right now (don't worry, my mind is angry, very very angry). This is how I felt when she told me how she knows she lost me forever, crying into the phone this morning. This is how I'll feel when she calls me from work this week when she realizes I'm never coming back. Don't worry, I'll be listening to this song only for a short time.

"My Curse"

Hurt me baby
I flinch so when you do
Your kisses scourge me
Hyssop in your perfume
Oh, I do not fear you
And slave I only use
As a word to describe the special way I feel for you
You look like me
And I look like no one else
We need no other
As long as we have ourselves
But I won't cry about it
Every time you get obsessed
Every time I came undressed
All ugly thoughts are gone
I'm sure we'll all be friends
I'll try to break your back
You'll try to make amends
Curse softly to me baby
And smother me in your love
Temptation comes not from hell but from above
And there's blood on my teeth
When I bite my tongue to speak
Zip me down, kiss me there
I can smile now
You won't find out ever
Hurt me baby
I flinch so when you do
Your kisses scourge me
Hyssop in your perfume
Oh I do not fear you
And slave I only use as a word to describe
The way I feel when I'm with you
If I have to lie about it everytime I came undressed