AN: I just wanted to say how I was at this point in my life and I took some random verses from different songs in the Playing the Angel album to make sort of a poem.
Depeche Moody
I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymore
I just know that I'm harder to console
I don't see who I'm trying to be instead of me
But the key is a question of control
I'll never be a saint
That's not a picture that your memory paints
Not renowned for my patience
I'm not renowned for my restraint
I'm still recovering
Still getting over all the suffering
More known for my anger
Than for any other thing
If I could just hide
The sinner inside
And keep him denied
How sweet life would be
If I could be free
From the sinner in me
There's a hole in my soul like an animal
With no conscience, repentance unknown
I close my eyes, pay the price for my paradise
Devils feed on the seeds that are sown
I just hang on
Suffer well
Sometimes it's hard
It's hard to tell
Just give me a reason, some kind of sign
I'll need a miracle to help me this time
I heard what you said, and I feel the same
I know in my heart that I'll have to change
An angel led me when I was blind
I said take me back, I've changed my mind
Now I believe
From the blackest room, I was torn
You called my name, our love was born
So I believe
Even the stars look brighter tonight
Nothing's impossible
I still believe in love at first sight
Nothing's impossible
And I've crossed the line again
A line I drew in sand
Still you give me everything
And everything's not enough...I want it all.
I can't conceal what I feel, what I know is real
No mistaking the faking, I care
With a prayer in the air I will leave it there
On a note full of hope not despair
When you're in my arms
The world makes sense
There is no pretence
If god has a master plan
That only he understands
I hope it's your eyes he's seeing through.