The Beauty & The Tragedy

Say Something I'm Giving Up On You

The anger radiated off her in waves. I knew she was pissed. Her body language and stone cold silence only confirmed it for me. I didn't care though. I'd gladly let her hate me if it saved her life. Something had happened in my absence. She was different. She was cold and distant.

The fingerprints and bruises on my neck were confirmation. I never imagined in my darkest dreams that she would ever attack me, but she did. She had completely checked out. She died in my arms and she was mad that I didn't leave her that way.

She stood up and stormed past me toward her guitar. She pulled it out of its beat up case and walked back over to her seat. She was sitting as far away from me as she possibly could. The jet was roomy, but she couldn't really avoid me. She retreated to her silent corner and just gave up. She stopped fighting. I was determined not to lose her.

She started to play random chords and eventually I heard a somber melody. She kept playing and I almost jumped when I suddenly heard her raspy soprano fill the small space. She sang softly and ignored me as she watched her hands move along the fret board.

Can't you see that I'm sick of this?

Chances are you're oblivious to how I feel

Sitting on your throne, and I'm sure that I'm not alone

Not alone, not alone.

Tell me please

Who the fuck did you want me to be?

Was it something that I couldn't see?

Never knew this would be so political

And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin

And it's starting to tear from within

But it's obvious that doesn't bother
you, so please

She made eye contact as soon as she started singing the next verse and I swallowed the lump in my throat as I listened to the words.

I didn't think that you'd sell me out

Now I know what you're all about

You might feel in control of things

But you're not holding all the strings

All the strings, all the strings

She belted out the next chorus, and it was all I could do to keep from crying. She looked so angry and hurt. Her voice sounded so pained and defiant.

Tell me please

Who the fuck did you want me to be?

Was it something that I couldn't see?

Never knew this would be so political

And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin

And it's starting to tear from within

But it's obvious that doesn't matter to you

So please

Don't keep telling me that it's ok

I don't buy all the shit that you say

And quite honestly I'm fucking sick of it

So please

If I cut off this nose from my face

Then I wouldn't feel so out of place