I know you're as upset as a dusty guitar in the corner of the room.
It’s easy to give people the cold shoulder. It’s harder to try and understand them. Even family members you’ve been with your whole life, will sometimes show you a new side to them. I wanna understand. I’ll try not to judge people because I wanna feel secure. I pray to understand people. I will find the strength to believe.
Mon âme en est triste à la fin ;
Elle est triste enfin d’être lasse,
Elle est lasse enfin d’être en vain,
Elle est triste et lasse à la fin
Et j’attends vos mains sur ma face.
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
For no man well of such a salve can speak,
That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
Th'offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence's cross.
Ah, but those tears are pearl which thy love sheeds,
And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.
So I don't cry anymore, I just beat people up. It's a lot more fun.