Wow. It's so weird, it seems that any lyrics I look at I can relate it directly to my own life.
This song seems to describe a relationship I once had with an amazing girl. She was a charmer, I thought she was something special. But in a way we brought out some weaknesses in each other. Weaknesses that I really never told anyone about, except for her. We were very close, no wonder I waited for her.
We had the opportunity to take some time apart when she went to live at home for several weeks. I hoped that when she came back, we would be better off, that perhaps I would overcome some of my personal issues, and that she would do the same, and then we could continue our relationship. I could be a better man for her, hold my arms around her, and she wouldn't have to be afraid anymore.
But we didn't keep in contact much—it was part of our deal I suppose. I just hoped that she wouldn't change, that is, change her mind or feelings about me. In a way I'd ask myself, "will you be there? when the day is done?" I yearned for her so much to come back and love me. And my love for her ought to have been enough to change me, turn things around, change those weaknesses into strengths. And it did; I did change. I learned from her. Happy about my progress, I'd fantasize about when she'd come back. So many plans, so many things we could do together, and how we'd grow together.
Lovely as she is... She didn't feel the same way. And now I have to let her go. If only you would've given me another shot Kenna.
Wow. It's so weird, it seems that any lyrics I look at I can relate it directly to my own life.
This song seems to describe a relationship I once had with an amazing girl. She was a charmer, I thought she was something special. But in a way we brought out some weaknesses in each other. Weaknesses that I really never told anyone about, except for her. We were very close, no wonder I waited for her.
We had the opportunity to take some time apart when she went to live at home for several weeks. I hoped that when she came back, we would be better off, that perhaps I would overcome some of my personal issues, and that she would do the same, and then we could continue our relationship. I could be a better man for her, hold my arms around her, and she wouldn't have to be afraid anymore.
But we didn't keep in contact much—it was part of our deal I suppose. I just hoped that she wouldn't change, that is, change her mind or feelings about me. In a way I'd ask myself, "will you be there? when the day is done?" I yearned for her so much to come back and love me. And my love for her ought to have been enough to change me, turn things around, change those weaknesses into strengths. And it did; I did change. I learned from her. Happy about my progress, I'd fantasize about when she'd come back. So many plans, so many things we could do together, and how we'd grow together.
Lovely as she is... She didn't feel the same way. And now I have to let her go. If only you would've given me another shot Kenna.
Thanks for this comment. I can relate to your story so much..thanks and take care.
Thanks for this comment. I can relate to your story so much..thanks and take care.