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Wisdom Is A Useless Currency When Your Heart Is Breaking
I want yesterday back and tomorrow in my arms now
I want positive test scores and negative
medical results
I want the freedom of ignorance, oh sweet Jesus
how I long for this bliss
I want the ignorance of youth, the
innocence of years not yet lived
I want my old body back
The one that didn't hurt 24/7
The one that wasn't always tired
I want to stop feeling this awful ache
This long, deep bitter want inside of me...
For what I do not even know.
I want movies to be real and reality
to be an illusion
I want to stop asking the questions
and be content with few answers
I want my three pound universe to
slow down
I want a wall between myself and the
world
I want to stop crying everytime I see
the news
I want to bring back ghosts
I want to hug my father again, I want
to smell him, and hear him say my name
I want to take away the 15 years of agony
he went through
I want to change the fucking rules of the game
I want to go back and undo so much
I want to scream, don't split the atom
Don't ignore that invasion, pay attention
to men who taking flying lessons but never
want to learn to land
I want to scream until my throat is bleeding
I want to evacuate the innocents
I want revenge on the perpetrators
I want to stop feeling everything for just
one lousy day
I want songs inside of me; I want to
be the music itself
I want to turn back the clock and go
back in time
I want to say Dad I love you
just one more time.
I want to visit my grandma, now 11 years gone
I want to hang on to the flow, but it's gone before
I know
I want to heal myself and love myself
I want someone to tell me "Everything's going to be OK"
And God in Heaven, I want to believe it again.
I want to know the men whose hands built those
glorious buildings
I want to know why all my heroes are dead men
I want to take away the sadness, the pain, the grief
from everyone I've ever met
I want to stop asking the questions
for which there will never be answers
I want to stop the desire
the root of my suffering
I want to love my animals and never
ever have to bury them
I want all my yesterdays back
I want to know it can be better
than this
I was told by a friend there's a whole lot of hurt
before you get to the bliss
I want to know the bliss is real
I want to know I won't disappear
I want to know what this place is
A school? An illusion? A veil of tears?
I want my sweet 6 year olds to stay 6
I want to climb inside paintings
and sneak inside books
I want the inside scoop
I want the hidden looks
I want things I don't even know yet
And I don't know why I want them
I want to stop wanting
I want to be a child again.