Washington Plaza, Reston, Virginia (1960s).
Finally feeling focused. Still trying to adjust living at home again…its hard to not lash out but its so hard not having a place of my own. But I have to tell myself that this is temporary.
Working in DC now. At a salon but soon I’ll be controlling the social media for them. I didnt go to school to work at a salon but baby steps. I think this will be good for me. Commute sucks but it pays well. Its a new and fast crowd that I am seeing as a new challenge. Been talking to this one guy for a couple of months now. Im excited to see where it goes but also happy that I have this new job to keep me distracted if I get disappointed.
Gotta tell myself everyday that good things will come. Good things will come.
Well, the truth it fell so heavy
Like a hammer through the room
That I could choose another over her
You always said I was an actor, baby
Guess in truth you thought me just amateur
That you never saw the signs
That you never lost your grip
Oh, come on now
That’s such a childish claim
Now I wear the brand of traitor
Don’t it seem a bit absurd
When it’s clear I was so obviously framed
Now you act so surprised
To hear what you already know
And all you really had to do was ask
I’d have told you straight away
All those lies were truth
And all that was false was fact
Now you hold me close and hard
But I was like a statue at most
Refusing to acknowledge you’d been hurt
Now you’re clawing at my throat
And you’re crying all is lost
But your tears they felt so hot upon my shirt
Was it you who told me once
Now looking back it seems surreal
That all our mistakes are merely grist for the mill
So why is it now after I had my fill
Would you steal from me the sorrow that I’ve earned
Shall we call this a lesson learned?