Give Me a Reason

Last night she asked me to listen closely to this song, and answer it. I did, and shit. I have no response to it. None at all. I'm fucked in many ways boys and girls. Fucked. I can't shake a ghost, a spirit. I can't shake her, and I can't replace her. I can't do much of anything. Here is the song, here are the words:




"I'm so tired of playing,
Playing with this bow and arrow,
Gonna give my heart away,
Leave it to the other girls to play,

For I've been a temptress too long.

Hmm just, Give me a reason to love you,
Give me a reason to be,
A woman,
I just wanna be a woman.

From this time, unchained,
We're all looking at a different picture,
Through this new frame of mind,
A thousand flowers could bloom,
Move over, and give us some room.

Yeah, Give me a reason to love you,
Give me a reason to be A woman,
I just want to be a woman.

So don't you stop being a man,
Just take a little look from our side when you can,
Sow a little tenderness,
No matter if you cry.

Give me a reason to love you,
Give me a reason to be,
A woman,
It's all I wanna be is all woman.

For this is the beginning of forever and ever,
It's time to move over,
So I want to be.

I'm so tired of playing,
Playing with this bow and arrow,
Gonna give my heart away,
Leave it to the other girls to play.

For I've been a temptress too long.

Hmm just, Give me a reason to love you"

It's not that I don't want to answer her. I just don't have a response. I'm a haunted man. I have nothing left. Nothing but dreams that will not turn true. There isn't a shred of life left in me. I died years ago. Corpses cannot help others. I had a dream once. A red-headed dream that danced on clouds and sang a song so sweet that it brought tears to my eyes. But it was only a dream. How can anyone replace that? How can the living replace a dream? And how can the dead live for a fucking dream? A fantasy? That's the way life is my friends. If you cheat death, you will never find happiness. Ever. Just accept it, and don't delude yourself. There is no joy in the grave. And if you ever cheat death, life is nothing more than a big, fat, smoldering grave. Just decide for yourself when you understand that it is actually all over, and then make it so. Clutch dreams if you want. But you'll realize that walking corpses cannot clutch or hold a thing.

I'm sorry baby. I can't answer this question. I wish I could. There is actually NO reason. None at all.

I'll cry tears tonight.

Hobobob
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