by Crystal Elizabeth Webb

Created on: May 11, 2010

The Absence of Emotions.
 
I walked into the forest -
and a chorus of blue-blirds  
sang loudly from the top of
the pines - I love the way
the sun shines;  -
glitters through the trees.  
Yeah, just me and the birds
and the buzzing bees;
under a canopy of trees,
everything is free;
Yes, even me -
deep, in the woods.
  
I came across a

lush meadow;
where  lovely
daffodils danced,
glorious white and
yellow. - alive...
It reminded me
of romance;
Yeah - real romance,
the kind that fills you up inside.  
  
The grass was high;
rich, green and fresh...
Suddenly, I felt the
urge to fly - -
uh, like something wild.
Yeah, I confess;
I lifted my dress -
and I ran - and ran;
yeah, ...and I ran.
Man, can you
understand?
Freedom -  
Springtime?
Yes, I remember
feelin' fine -
all of the time,  
oh, in the
Springtime... 
and the child
in my heart -
remembers
running through
grassy meadows,  
uh - a long time ago;
You know, I never let go - 
Oh, no, I never
let go of frivolity.
 
I picked a flower;
and tucked it
behind my ear -
Uh, God, it feels
oh, oh, so good...  
Nobody can hurt me;
oh, nobody to -
desert me;
uh, way out here.  
No, I don't feel -
feel - I feel no fear...
Uh, oh, oh, oh -
way out here.
  
I could sleep;
oh - deep in a  
blanket of daffodils;
nutured by nature, -
no one to hate here...
and I feel nothing.  
Oh, oh, uh - I know;
emotions are coming;
and I don't wanna feel -
no, I don't wanna feel -  
Uh - I don't wanna feel;
- this way. 
 
Life is boring...   
life is too busy;
Sometimes I drink
til' I'm deleriously, dizzy.  
Overwheming emotions
tryin' to take over -
and I don't wanna
be sober...
I don't wanna feel;
anything -
If nothin' is good;
Sometimes,
it's better to
be lost in the
woods; - 
than to know
the direction
of home.
 
Sometimes, I,  
oh, I need to be by myself...
Sometimes I don't
want anyone's help - -
I gotta go where no one
knows - about the hatred
in my heart -
about the anger and
denial -
About the child -
under my skin -
Yeah, I remember
when - uh, when...
I was free.
 
He says I'm gonna
drink myself to death;
but he knows I got
nothin' left to give -
and he don't really
care if I live - 
If I have nothin'
to give...
Oh-ooh, ohh -
Huh, yeah -
if there's nothin'
- in it for him.
 
and I layin' in
the meadow; 
surrounded
by bloomin'

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