Then, on one of my cd's Big'N'Tall made me that I recently reacquainted myself with, I discovered Toby Lightman's Everyday. Gosh, had she been living my life when she wrote this? Actually now that I've heard more of her stuff, I'm convinced she's a mix of Sheryl Crow and myself. ;-)
Every day is a struggleBetween what I want to say andwhat I want to keep to myself
And the words that manage to leave my lipsDon't hurt me, but they hurt everyone elseSo I find myself in need of a pauseI'm not sure why, but I think that it's becauseOf this desire to be what others want me to beWhich is nothing close to me
But I'll see better when the smoke clearsThe smoke clears inside my headAnd I can listen when the screaming doesn't repeateverything I've saidAnd all that remains is me and who I am at the end of the dayAnd this happens every day ... yeah...
Every day is a battleBetween what I want to knowand what I don't want to figure outAnd everything in between in these thoughts of minethat you know I can't live without
So I find myself in need of a pauseI'm not sure why, but I think that it's becauseOf this desire to be what others want me to beWhich is nothing close to me
But I'll see better when the smoke clearsThe smoke clears inside my headAnd I can listen when the screaming doesn't repeateverything I've saidAll that remains is me and who I am at the end of the dayAnd this happens every day ... yeah... oooh...
But I'll see better when the smoke clearsThe smoke clears inside my headAnd I can listen when the screaming doesn't repeateverything I've saidAll that remains is me and who I am at the end of the dayAnd this happens every day ... this happens every dayThis happens every day... yeah...
Right now I'm sitting the fence as to whether this smoke is situational or a reprise of my depression. Thus far, I'm still getting up in the morning, and still caring for myself, albeit in the least time consuming manner - the girl is busy, folks!
In the mean time, I'm singing about the smoke clearing...sing on Toby girl....
Hugs. I like the poem, and I get frustrated with the way I and others prioritize (or lack prioritizing) sometimes, too.
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