Don't be afraid...

to look in the mirror and see someone beautiful.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Dear John

How did Taylor Swift know? I don't know what hit me today but playing this song brought some stuff up. It rings very true. I love blogging. Again, there are layers of healing, and I just peeled back another layer.

Dear John

D                                                      G  
Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you
D                                                G
Counting my footsteps praying the floor won't fall through again
        A                    D      A
And my mother accused me of losing my mind
G
But I swore I was fine

D                                                G
You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain
        D
And I lived in your chess game
                            G
But you changed the rules everyday
A                           D           A          G                       
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone
Tonight
        A                            D          A            G
Well I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why

      D                                 G
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
                           Bm           
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with
A                                G        (STOP)  
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
            D
I should've known
G

      D                                     G      
Well maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame
              D                                                 G 
Or maybe it's you and your sick need to give love then take it away
       A                        D            A              G  
And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand
              A                       D                A        
And I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said
        G
Run as fast as you can

      D                                 G
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
                          Bm            
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with 
      A                          G
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
      D                             G
Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong
                          Bm                    
Don't you think 19's too young to be played by
      A                         G
Your dark twisted games when I loved you so
             D
I should've known

D  G

           Bm             
You are an expert at sorry
     A                
And keeping lines blurry
G
Never impressed by me acing your tests
        Bm           
All the girls that you've run dry
      A                  
Have tired, lifeless eyes
           G       
Cause you burned them out
       A                    D         A 
But I took your matches before fire could catch me
    G
So don't look now
     A                   
I'm shining like fireworks
G                    D
Over your sad empty town
  G      Bm    A G

       D                                   G
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
                          Bm                    
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with
    A                             G 
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home  D
                              G
I see it all now that you're gone
                           Bm                      
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with
    A                        G
The girl in the dress wrote you a song
               D
You should've known
               G
You should've known.................(D)
                           G
Don't you think I was too young
               D
You should've known

Friday, June 10, 2011

Extern...

Since I've been externing for a week now there have MULTIPLE things I would like to share with others. Observations, pet peeves, randomness etc. I'll start with something that happened today and reverse it.




So I'm at extern and a lady brings a bird inside a box into the office, she didn't clip the wings and when she opened the box, of course the bird flew out. And where? Like all good windex commercials will tell you, into the clear window racing to freedom. Well, needless to say, the little bird flew into the window and died, leaving a remnant of death behind. The girl who let the bird out?...the pajaro killer.

Also, I'm going to be quite honest. I'm done with that "girl" who really ISN'T just a friend but somehow finds herself trying to help men find what they need in God to be healed. This hasn't happened recently but there is a gentleman who gets therapy, don't get me wrong, he's good looking, El Salvadorian, nice latin accent, early 30's...with a recent divorce and 2 kids. Don't get me wrong, I was raised by a dad and I think with him and my heavenly dad it worked out pretty well, but it wasn't that, he was broken and you could see it all over him. I really just wanted to let him talk about anything he needed to and get it to someone who isn't directly involved. Because really, we ALL need that! He said I looked familiar and asked if he went to church cuz well...that's where most people know me from and he said no, and directly started talking about why he hasn't and that he should etc. etc. Guys, a girl can and will see right through the facade if we want to. Sometimes we try to see ONLY the potential. I am numero uno guilty there. Ignoring what's actually happening and foreseeing something that hasn't and never did come to fruition. But I digress. He apologized for "talking too much" and I said for him not to apologize. I know he wants to take me out and get to know eachother but the best thing I can do is be an ear. I wish I could do that without any feelings or other motives being involved on the other side. Because believe me, I have. Anywho, he did say I was beautiful which is always nice to the ears when you're tired of wearing the SAME THING every day. :) Anywho, I'll be leaving in less than 2 weeks and I pray for him. Things are looking up but He needs the creator of LOVE. He's heartbroken. And a woman is only going to help that for a moment.