So my brain is pulling bits of songs into one big thing right now that's pretty much this:
On my own, I'm gonna be wounded. Oh, you're gonna be my bruise. Haven't you heard the word how I want you? Isn't it madness he wont be mine? What I'm feeling now has no easy explanation, reason plays no part. I don't know why I can't think of anything I would rather do than be wasting my time on mountains with you. But there are dreams that cannot be. Without me, his world would go on turning. There is no future, there is no past. I love him, but only on my own. Now life has killed the dream I dream. No sleep in Heaven or Bethlehem. Its the bitch of living. You're totally fucked. Turn around and face your fate: an eternity of this before your eyes. Heaven help my heart.
musicals live in my brain like cancer.
You say it's very jumbled, but it actually makes a lot of sense.
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