Baby, I get so lost I saw you falling apart and I thought it was all my fault But now you sing Oh, how you sing! With your voice like an angel attached to a broad pair of wings But that's the point Because once we joined The crowd started screaming and we couldn't hear over the noise you spoke and said— (But in my head, I kept passing the blame for excuses to help me tread)
Oh, caught in the middle of deceptions Just to get a part of the others, our authority figures That would look like the others The truths and the liars that were holding us both to the flames So, now I cry -- I'm only trying to turn our hell to reality And it's so divine Because the pain And the time it takes to end all of the talking And finally meet on a plane
And up there somewhere And up there somewhere
You know when children are very little, the child-mother, or nurturer, let's call her mother. The mother bond is developed- from day one, starts real early and continues.
There are three fundamental attachments that you can be: Secure, ambivalent Or distant ...in your attachment -- in other words, insecure in your attachment. So, um...
Hi Mike, this is Mom. Sorry I missed your call, I was out. I'm out in the garden, gardening, my favorite thing. Um, anyway, thanks for the call. I love you too, um, hope you're doing well. Anyway, um, uh, okay. Just hanging out there. We're here and, everybody else is elsewhere. Matt's coming home this week from school and, um, whatever. Okay. Talk to you. Love you. Thanks for calling. Bye.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
