Pem

My heart could have written this song.  It's like Alanna looked into my heart, saw what he did to me, and wrote a song about it.  My goodness.

PEM

I know you're right, and I know you love me -
often better than I even love myself.
I feel like a child, but I need you to hold me:
Guess I'm finally getting over that dry spell.

Sometimes it feels like love just evades you
takes a walk across the stage, and then it leaves
Sometimes it seems like people replace you
what's the point of wearing my heart on my sleeve?

Is it always worth the tears that fall -
Are they gonna come if I love at all?
I could play it safe, play it safe, play it safe
I could hide away, hide away, hide away
I can't live that way...

Inside a room without any curtains,
you're afraid that somebody just might look in
so it's easier to say that nobody's home, then,
that way there's no risk of showing any skin.

You spoke of the heart, but you gave me nothing:
just some songs you liked and words that sounded wise.
you spoke about trust, about virtue, and trying -
and dragged your pride behind you like a tattered kite

Is it always worth the tears that fall
are they gonna come if I love at all?
I could play it safe, play it safe, play it safe
I could hide away, hide away, hide away
I can't live that way, no...

I call your bluff: you call me 'bitter'
I call you love: you call me 'sister'
I call your bluff: you call me 'bitter'
I call you love: you call me 'sister'...

Well it's always worth the tears that fall.
And they're gonna come if I love at all.
I won't play it safe, play it safe, play it safe.
I won't hide away.

Make this right, Jesus.  Somehow.  Make this right. 

Have mercy.