oh dear

Its been a long time. I'm not sure anyone actually reads this except for you, Matt, but I'm going to make a promise to myself that I'll start writing in here more often. I like it, it's kind of a secret and no one knows it's here, so perhaps I can be more myself. For now I'll just leave someone elses words, Mr Arthur Russell, that attempt to help me to make sense of some current events. I feel better already, sort of.
Music; like a cup of tea for the soul. Soothes and brings cheer to a slightly bedraggled and downtrodden heart.

I couldn't say it to your face, but I won't be around any more.
I couldn't say it to your face, but I won't be around any more.
I needed a place, so I walked in the door,
I couldn't say it to your face, but I won't be around any more.
It's my world, it's my song, didn't ask you to sing along; in my arms,
you girl, you won't be here to say I'm wrong.
I couldn't say it to your face but I won't be around any more.
I couldn't say it to your face, but I won't be around any more.
I needed some space, so I walked out the door,
I couldn't say it to your face, but I won't be around any more.
I heard them say maybe some day I'd have to pay.
I don't say one word to you that you know I'm going away.
I couldn't say it to your face, but I won't be around any more.
I couldn't say it to your face, but I won't be around any more.
I needed a place, so I walked in the door.
I couldn't say it to your face, but I won't be around any more