Wednesday, April 22, 2020

My Friend

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Lately I've been feeling peer-pressured.

By the people around me.

Especially today.

With separate incidences.

Having to try to explain inexplicable reasons.

Trying to make myself look less of a fool.

Just to defend myself.

Like I'm beating a dead horse.

It is not my thing.

I am not a party boy.

Majority of my friends are smoker, doesn't mean I have to be one.

You're close to me, doesn't mean you can talk to me that way.

And just because you're my friend, doesn't mean you can be pushy either.

I don't necessarily find it a bad thing.

I don't have to succumb to your expectations.

I know how to stand my ground.

 I just need people to get off my back.

It can feel.. uncomfortable.

Ya feel me?

Love, Eran.


Current Song Mood: Hayley Williams - My Friend

Every morning I wake up
From a dream of you
Holding me
Underwater
(Is that a dream or a memory?)

Held my breath for a decade
Dyed my hair blue
To match my lips
Cool of me to try
(Pretty cool I'm still alive)

I beat it like a dead horse
I beat it like a drum
Oh, I stayed with you too long
Skipping like a record
I sang along
To a silly little song

I said I beat it like a dead horse
I beat it like a drum
Oh, I stayed with you too long
Skipping like a record
I sang along
A shitty never ending song

Sometimes it's good to be
The bigger person
But I'm so small I can't compare
And after all, it's only fair
Yeah

I got what I deserved
I was the other woman first
Other others on the line
But I kept trying to make it work

I beat it like a dead horse
I beat it like a drum
Oh, I stayed with you too long
Skipping like a record
I sang along
To a silly little song

I said I beat it like a dead horse
I beat it like a drum
Oh, I stayed with you too long
Skipping like a record
I sang along
To your shitty little song

(Ya-ya-ya-ya) (ya-ya-ya-ya) (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
(Ya-ya-ya) (ya-ya-ya-ya) (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)

When I said goodbye, I hope you cried
When I said goodbye, I hope you cried
When I said goodbye, I hope you cried
When I said goodbye, I hope you cried

I beat it like a dead horse
I beat it like a drum
Oh, I stayed with you too long
Skipping like a record
I sang along
To a silly little song

I said I beat it like a dead horse
I beat it like a drum
Oh, I stayed with you too long
Skipping like a record
I sang along
And now you get another song

(Ya-ya-ya-ya) (ya-ya-ya-ya) (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
(Ya-ya-ya) (ya-ya-ya-ya) (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
Now you get another song
(Ya-ya-ya-ya) (ya-ya-ya-ya) (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
(Ya-ya-ya) (ya-ya-ya-ya) (ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya)
And now you get another song


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