AllThatIsLeft
November 3rd, 2009, 06:17 PM
All That Is Left – Paula Guajardo
What is left? What is right?
What have I got?
What was it supposed to be?
What has it morphed into?
What was left?
What is now?
I used to feel perfect and centered.
Used to believe I had found myself.
So why do I feel lost,
In a path that has no name, and no end?
I am walking a circle, with no way out.
This can’t be it,
What’s this new challenge that came to me?
How am I supposed to go on if it doesn’t feel right?
Why are these feelings overwhelming me?
And why do I find myself unable to give up?
Why do I keep fighting?
Why do I keep persisting?
Why do I keep trying, hoping, waiting fighting persisting staying?
Why, oh Why! Tell me why I can’t give up?
Why can’t I be alright?
Why can’t I smile, like I mean it, and not a china-doll smile that is as real as the doll itself?
Damn it, Paula, why are you so stubborn?
Why won’t you quit?
Why must you hurt yourself?
Why must you hurt me?
There was a time, when everything just used to make sense.
Then you fell, took me down with you, and here I am.
Fighting you, I, your head telling you to stop, to give up,
It doesn’t make sense to go on like that.
Yet you stubborn person, your feelings get the best of you.
Persisting, like a mad woman set on getting her way.
Here I am telling you what’s probable.
He will never love you, and you will never have him.
No matter how long you try,
How long you stay,
How long you suffer for that lost cause.
And yet here you are telling me to shut up,
That I’m wrong,
That what’s probably isn’t set on stone.
Here I am, your head, your thoughts, and yet still you won’t see reason.
If you fall, we’re all going down with you.
What will be left then?
The sad memory of I told you so.
What is left? What is right?
What have I got?
What was it supposed to be?
What has it morphed into?
What was left?
What is now?
I used to feel perfect and centered.
Used to believe I had found myself.
So why do I feel lost,
In a path that has no name, and no end?
I am walking a circle, with no way out.
This can’t be it,
What’s this new challenge that came to me?
How am I supposed to go on if it doesn’t feel right?
Why are these feelings overwhelming me?
And why do I find myself unable to give up?
Why do I keep fighting?
Why do I keep persisting?
Why do I keep trying, hoping, waiting fighting persisting staying?
Why, oh Why! Tell me why I can’t give up?
Why can’t I be alright?
Why can’t I smile, like I mean it, and not a china-doll smile that is as real as the doll itself?
Damn it, Paula, why are you so stubborn?
Why won’t you quit?
Why must you hurt yourself?
Why must you hurt me?
There was a time, when everything just used to make sense.
Then you fell, took me down with you, and here I am.
Fighting you, I, your head telling you to stop, to give up,
It doesn’t make sense to go on like that.
Yet you stubborn person, your feelings get the best of you.
Persisting, like a mad woman set on getting her way.
Here I am telling you what’s probable.
He will never love you, and you will never have him.
No matter how long you try,
How long you stay,
How long you suffer for that lost cause.
And yet here you are telling me to shut up,
That I’m wrong,
That what’s probably isn’t set on stone.
Here I am, your head, your thoughts, and yet still you won’t see reason.
If you fall, we’re all going down with you.
What will be left then?
The sad memory of I told you so.