Shattered

I have been told that I am getting a little brazen in my blogging. A little to transparent, maybe? I suppose that may be true. I have also been told that my blog speaks to people in a voice that they aren't always able to find for themselves. That is a nice complement, indeed. I have never hidden behind my blog, I speak my truth, even if it is thinly veiled. I wrote a blog the other night that was so straight forward that I wont publish it here. Actually, that's not true. One day, I will...And when I do, it will be so much more than transparent...It will be fucking see-thru.

Need something to interpret? How bout this little ditty from the soundtrack of my life:



As per your request, lyrics are as follows:

In a way, I need a change
From this burnout scene
Another time, another town
Another everything
But it's always back to you

Stumble out, in the night
From the pouring rain
Made the block, sat and thought
There's more I need
It's always back to you

But I'm good without ya
Yeah, I'm good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah

How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
I always turn the car around
Give me a break let me make my own pattern
All that it takes is some time but I'm shattered
I always turn the car around

I had no idea that the night
Would take so damn long
Took it out, on the street
While the rain still falls
Push me back to you

But I'm good without ya
Yeah, I'm good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah

How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
I always turn the car around
Give me a break let me make my own pattern
All that it takes is some time but I'm shattered
I always turn the car around

Give it up, give it up, baby
Give it up, give it up, now
Now

How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
I always turn the car around
All that I feel is the realness I'm faking
Taking my time but it's time that I'm wasting
Always turn the car around

How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
I always turn the car around

Don't wanna turn that car around
I gotta turn this thing around

So, there you go. I feel like I am shattered. The only difference between the song and my reality is that I am not turning the car around anymore. I have done that for the last time. I will slowly put the shattered pieces back together until I am whole again, and once I am, I will superglue all the little bits so they don't fall away, and I wont forget what it takes to fix myself...It's not long now, my friend. It's not long now.