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Yesterday, On Venus
03:33
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What if gravity was weaker?
And if I never tried to fly so high
Would I still completely shatter?
I wonder it all of the time
One step harder than imagined
One leap, oh I feel the damage now
Just keep staring at the ceiling
And pray that it's only a matter of time
Is what I kept repeating to myself again and again
As I heard the crash landing then I felt it
So much for touching the sky
Because yesterday on Venus I
Flew higher than I ever could
But fell harder than I ever did
Is there still time for grieving?
For the girl who believed she could fly
Yesterday on Venus I-
Saw the light passing in the windows
The ride's bumpier than promised but I
Just kept staring at the ceiling
And prayed that it’s only a matter of time
I don’t remember if I had time to cry
'Cause all I could do was just scream at the sky
Begging to be dreaming
Waiting for time to pass by
Feels like forever
Since yesterday on Venus I
Flew higher than I ever could
But fell harder than i ever did
Is there still time for grieving?
For the girl who believed she could fly
Feels like forever
Since yesterday on Venus I-
Changed my trajection
Oh I'm just here for the ride
What a miracle time is
Saw the longest day of my life just passing me by
Yes a whole day on Venus
Yesterday on Venus I-
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2. |
Waiting Room
02:45
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Staring at these white walls
At the speckled ceiling
Not much else to do here except wait for the healing
Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way
It’s the only way I learn
It took a really bad break
So bad, they couldn’t even discern
What parts of me were broken?
What part of me was whole?
The only thing to do here is sit there and hope
So i’ll be
Staring at these white walls
At the speckled ceiling
Not much else to do here except wait for the healing
Oh it’ll come now
Someday
Until then I will do my best to just try to be okay
Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way
You can’t neutralize this taste
With a spoonful of sugar no
Life’s just irrevocably changed
So I’m sorting through this purpose
I’m naming this pain
The parts that were broken
They heal and remain
And i know
The best thing to do here is sit and let hope, hope grow
While I am
Staring at these white walls
At the speckled ceiling
Not much else to do here
Except wait for the healing
Oh it’ll come now, just wait
Let yourself go through the motions, pray to ease the pain
Oh it’ll come now, someday
You’ll get through it, with just a memory of pain
Ooh ooh ooh
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3. |
Bittersweet
05:50
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Healing is so bittersweet
Salt soaking hair, I’m praying for relief
Will it come in the morning?
Do bones know about time?
When is it over?
I’m all out of lines
To feed my head
Where is the world, outside my bed?
How many times can I count the sunsets
Before I lose my light
How much of "Friends" can I watch again
Before I cry tonight
And everyone says that I’m so optimistic
But the truth is
I'm just trying to be okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
I stopped asking the mornings
If today was the day
So I just try to get through
By sleeping the pain
Away
Away
Away
How many times can I count the sunsets
Before I lose my light
How much of "Friends" can I watch again
Before I cry tonight
And everyone says that I’m so optimistic
But the truth is
Another day, another try
I’ll count it a victory if I don’t cry by nine A.M
I am doing my best
To rest, to heal
Doing what I can
And sometimes I feel
Like I can, I will be
Okay
Okay
Okay
...
Wait, before you go...
I’m in such a Liminal Space of my life
And I know, and I know, and I know
Things will get better now
There is a light at the end of this tunnel
Just trying to put one foot in front of the other
One step ha-just like imagined
What are the words again?
One step, just like imagined
Feels different, oh but I'll manage
C'mon, c'mon, we'll make it out
I’m in such a liminal space of my life
The darkest part's just behind us
Keep moving, one step's enough
C'mon, c'mon, we'll make it now
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4. |
Anniversary
03:44
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Put on the new gown they gave me
To take pictures
It gets easier every time
At least this time I don’t need
Somebody to hold me
No, I can stand on what’s mostly mine
Learned to love the taste of waiting
Sitting, and staring, anticipating
Bittersweet was the journey
With every step worth celebrating
I'll have my cake and eat it too
It’s the least I deserve for turning black and blue
Give me confetti and champagne
For everything I braved through
Oh
Happy Anniversary
To the things I thought would break me down
Happy Anniversary
Happy Anniversary now
It’s not the sort of celebration
You should anticipate
At 24, no
Just a little devastating
One year later, turn my tears into celebrating
I'll have my cake and eat it too
It’s the least I deserve for turning black and blue
Give me confetti and champagne
For everything I braved through
Oh
Happy Anniversary
To the things I thought would break me down
Happy Anniversary
Happy Anniversary now
Happy Anniversary
To the things I thought would break me
Happy Anniversary
To the things I thought would break me
Healing is so bittersweet
Happy Anniversary
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Martie Faye Los Angeles, California
Filipino born singer, American made songwriter. I write songs to hopefully help you feel seen ✨🕊🤍
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