it's not about a relationship with God. if i'm not mistaken, it's about a girl named Brook Whelan with whom he fell head-over-heels for. it is andrew mourning for the relationship with this girl that never was.
if you've ever been in love and it just didn't work out, then you really don't know what that kind of pain feels like. it's one thing to break up with someone, it's something competely different to have something wonderful that you want dangled before your eyes and you know you can reach it but you choose not to out of fear of rejection and/or disappointment.
it's like drowning: you watch your own life slowly fade away as you sink deeper and deeper and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. or like trying to catch a bird and it just flies away. you're now watching it soar over your head and into the horizon, totally helpess, because once it's gone, it's gone.
that's my poetic theory.
okay, so i'm a bit poetic. i'm a girl for crying out loud...
it's not about a relationship with God. if i'm not mistaken, it's about a girl named Brook Whelan with whom he fell head-over-heels for. it is andrew mourning for the relationship with this girl that never was. if you've ever been in love and it just didn't work out, then you really don't know what that kind of pain feels like. it's one thing to break up with someone, it's something competely different to have something wonderful that you want dangled before your eyes and you know you can reach it but you choose not to out of fear of rejection and/or disappointment. it's like drowning: you watch your own life slowly fade away as you sink deeper and deeper and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. or like trying to catch a bird and it just flies away. you're now watching it soar over your head and into the horizon, totally helpess, because once it's gone, it's gone.
that's my poetic theory. okay, so i'm a bit poetic. i'm a girl for crying out loud...
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