Pushing love away
We accept the love we think we deserve.
I think I deserve more love.
I have fallen so deeply into love with her,
But she didn’t notice, didn’t feel the same,
Didn’t love like the love I deserved from her.
The words I cannot speak have left me undone.
I have fallen in love too many times for you to take me seriously.
I understand why they all say, they do not believe in me.
I am incapable of being loved; that is why I remain alone.
It doesn’t matter if I ever get to share my love;
It is obviously not as good as I have always bemoaned.
I keep on saying nobody loves me as much;
But the truth is I cannot love, because I am unworthy.
I claim to want a perfect wife,
Because she does not exist.
So I remain out of it.
Come along and hurt me.
Luck or love? To me, it’s all just a myth,
Or a thing that other people easily give.
I have never had it,
Because I never gave love,
Like everybody else does;
So cheaply.
My love is worthless when everybody,
Is so damn good and I am damaged goods,
In need of trust and unable to give it.
Read the script and play your part,
As you tear my soul and stamp on my heart.
Love me please, but stay away.
This is my every day pain,
And the face does not change,
Like my mind will…eventually.
I push you away to set myself free,
Of the chance of being hurt, or knowing misery,
Because all love has ever done to me,
Is kill my insides and stain my esteem.
I estimate I will find a mate…
I hope she can see through my barriers,
Because I have no strength to agree,
So I still hope one day she will get me.
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Comments1
what about loving yourself?this is a good write
Loving myself would be a complete, impossible change and I need the love of another, not myself. I already have too much love to carry, I can't hold anymore, I need to give this love away to someone who wants it.
"Going back to the corner where I first saw you.
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move.
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand,
Saying, "If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?"
Some try to hand me money, they don't understand.
I'm not broke - I'm just a broken-hearted man.
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do?
How can I move on, when I'm still in love with you?
'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder, where on this earth I could be.
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving; I'm not moving.
Policeman says, "Son, you can't stay here."
I said, "There's someone I'm waiting for, if it's a day, a month, a year.
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows.
If she changes her mind, this is the first place she will go...
So I'm not moving, I'm not moving, I'm not moving, I'm not moving.
People talk about the guy, who's waiting on a girl, oh, oh.
There are no holes in his shoes, but a big hole in his world, hmm.
And maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved.
Maybe you won't mean to, but you'll see me on the news,
And you'll come running to the corner,
'Cause you'll know it's just for you.
I'm the man who can't be moved.
I'm the man who can't be moved."
The man who can't be moved - The Script
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