When Ne-Yo sang "I'm so sick of love songs/ So tired of tears. / So done with wishing you were still here. / Said I'm so sick of love songs / So sad and slow. / Why can't I turn off the radio?" I really never understood what he meant. I heard the words he was saying loud and clear, but I really didn't have a clear understanding of what he meant.
But boy, do I now...
At one point, you hear all these love songs and they make you feel all warm and tingly inside because they apply to your life and make you feel so happy and just "in love." Then at another point, just the thought of what the artists are singing about brings you to tears.
"How did I survive all this time without you?" Now, I have to figure out how to do it again.
"You are: the reason I love, the reason I trust, God sent me an angel from above." Now, I have none of that.
"When my days seem low, pull me in close and don't let me go." No one to do that either.
"My whole life has changed since you came in...you made my life complete..." Heh, not anymore.
I could go on and on. It's so crazy how within minutes you go from point A to point B and don't know how you get there, especially so fast. Life is crazy; love is even crazier. But we all want to love and be loved so badly. Then when that one comes around - that one that you know is never gonna leave and is always gonna be there - you're on cloud nine...in heaven on earth. Until...he or she leaves....then, your world comes crashing down, your heart breaks into so many pieces you can't even fathom putting it back together, you're overly emotional, confused, and simply in awe. And the worst? It seems that you'll be stuck that way forever. And you don't even want to think about someone else being what he or she was to you (or even worse, someone being that to them). But you couldn't do that anyway...even if you wanted to.
Yeah, that hurts. A hell of a lot.
So, I feel you, Ne-Yo. I, too, am so sick of love songs...but I just can't seem to turn off the radio (or in my case, the shuffle on my Zune). Gravity, stay the hell away from me...
Catharsis.
