You can't dig a different hole by digging the same one deeper.....
Failing that, I will turn into the six armed Goddess of vengeance...and can SHE bitcch-slap....
Published on November 26, 2004 By Tisane In Life Journals
God Give Me Strength- Bacharach/Costello

Now I have nothing, so God give me strength
’cause I’m weak in his wake
And if I’m strong I might still break
And I don’t have anything to share
That I won’t throw away into the air

That song is sung out
This belle is rung out
he was the light that I’d bless
he took my last chance at happiness
So God give me strength, God give me strength

I can’t hold onto him, God give me strength
When the phone doesn’t ring
And I’m lost in imagining
Everything that kind of love is worth
As I tumble back down to the earth

That song is sung out
This belle is rung out
he was the light that I’d bless
he took my last chance at happiness
So God give me strength,

God if he’d grant me his indulgence and decline
I might as well wipe him from my memory
Fracture the spell as he becomes my enemy
Maybe I was washed out like a lip-print on his shirt
See, I’m only human, I want him to hurt
I want him
I want him to hurt


Since I lost the power to pretend
That there could ever be a happy ending

That song is sung out
This belle is rung out
he was the light that I’d bless
he took my last chance at happiness
So God give me strength, God give me strength

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