i am not sad. i am just…without. it is late. they all go about their own lives. i am not lonely. i am just…without. it’s hard to explain when you were born the daughter of a solitary man. it is dark, and my typewriter gathers dust. i balance on my windowsill, one leg dangling out the window. this is the world i’ve entered.
Say it will be alright
And I shall believe
I’m broken in two
And I know you’re on to me
That I only come home
When I’m so all alone
But I do believe
That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly you won’t give up on me
And I shall believe
And I shall believe
excerpt – “I Shall Believe” (Sheryl Crow)