Late at night when all the world is sleeping. I stay up and think of you
And I wish on a star that somewhere you are thinking of me too.
I am wasted away, I made a million mistakes. Am I too late?
There is a storm in my head. It rains on my bed when you are not here.
I'm not afraid of dying, but I am afraid of losing you.
Dry cry even tells. Even my heart cries but who cares?
Whose fault? No one to blame but myself.
Things do happen that words can’t explain.
The only human reasoning is joy mixed with pain.
People would spend time just for us to separate.
They don’t want for us to reach nowhere.
Nothing is promised to me and you. So why will we let this thing go?
I promise that I'll stay true. Don't let anyone say it not so.
I must admit there were a couple secrets that I held inside.
But just know that I tried to always apologize.
Everyone on this planet at least had to screw up once.
Forget those moments. It's you I'm loving. A new beginning should come for us. Let me pick the pieces up and put them back together.
Took a chance, rolled the dice of me and you.
Opened up, let you in my world.
Like a dance, started slow and then love took control.
I found out much too late. The truth leads to the lies.
The heart is not always right. And I see that love is blind now.
You use to have my trust. Without no trust there is no us.
Think it's best we go our separate ways.
Tell me why I should stay in this relationship? When I'm hurting, I’m not happy.
It's just too little too late, a little too wrong.
But you know all the right things to say.
I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you.
I need you like a heart needs a beat. But it’s nothing new.
It's too late to apologize. It's too late. Your chance has come and gone.
Love, you never know the minute it ends suddenly.
Real loss only occurs when you lose something that you love more than yourself.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up. Nothing ends nicely, that's why it ends.
But I will survive. I will make it through the rain. I will stand up once again on my own. And I know that I'll be strong enough to mend.
And everytime I feel afraid I’ll hold tighter to my faith.
And I’ll live one more day. And I make it through the rain.
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Most of what I said in class has held up on rereading. The piece makes me think through the problems of song lyrics, largely because I know almost none of these but yet have seen lines like them my whole life (in fact it occurs to me that I might know them but have trouble recognizing them outside the context of the song), and so I feel that it makes a nice commentary on the kinds of lines that songs have in them. And I think you could work to create a greater distinction between the two voices--a bit of white space, a change in font--that would help the reader follow the shift from one speaker to the other.
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