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Somewhere Up There - text


I guess I'm lost
I saw you falling apart, I thought it was all my fault

And then we make up, and now you say
And now you say
With your voice like an angel attached to a black pair of wings

And that's the point
Because since we joined
The crowd started screaming and we couldn't hear over the noise

You spoke inside
But in my head
I kept passing the blame for excuses to help me try

Caught in the middle of deceptions, just to get
Caught in the elders and authority figures that would
Come to be elders, the truths, and the liars
They're holding us both to the flames

So now I cry
I'm only trying
To turn our head to reality
And it's so defying

It killed the pain
The type it takes
To end all of the talking and following me
I'm a [?]

And I'll disallow
And I'll disallow


You know when children are very little the child-mother – nurturer, let's call her mother – -mother bond is developed- from day one. Starts real early and continues. There are three fundamental attachments that you can be: secure, ambivalent, or distant, in your attachment, in other words, insecure, in your attachment. So, um...


Hi Mike, this is Mom. Sorry I missed your call, I was out. I'm out in the garden, gardening, my favorite thing. Um, anyway, thanks for the call. I love you too, um, hope you're doing well. Anyway, um, uh, okay. Just hanging out there. We're here and, everybody else is elsewhere. Matt's coming home this week from school and, um, whatever. Okay. Talk to you. Love you. Thanks for calling. Bye

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