understanding.

in every heart there is a room
a sanctuary safe and strong
to heal the wounds from lovers past
until a new one comes along

i think this week may be the death of me.

i spoke to you in cautious tones
you answered me with no pretense
and still i feel i said too much
my silence is my self defense

my silence is both my strength and weakness. i've become good at keeping those i don't want out. but for some reason i can't figure out how to keep those people out yet still let the ones i want in.

and every time i've held a rose
it seems i only felt the thorns
and so it goes, and so it goes
and so will you soon i suppose

my biggest fear right now is getting left for someone more experienced, more interesting, someone with better luck than me.

but if my silence made you leave
then that would be my worst mistake
so i will share this room with you
and you can have this heart to break

i'm trying to let you in, believe me. i'm trying to tell you things. i just don't think you know how hard it is for me to be vulnerable.

and this is why my eyes are closed
it's just as well for all i've seen
and so it goes, and so it goes
and you're the only one who knows

i'm really surprised you picked up on the way i close my eyes when i'm feeling particularly exposed. thanks for understanding that it's just something i have to do.

so i would choose to be with you
that's if the choice were mine to make
but you can make decisions too
and you can have this heart to break

if i had had more than one to begin with, i'm positive i still would've chosen you. you made your decision also, though i can't figure out why. your answer when i asked you, believe it or not (cause i'm not sure why i do), actually did make me feel better, even though you weren't very clear in saying what you had to say. don't worry, i still understood.

and so it goes, and so it goes
and you're the only one who knows

-and so it goes, billy joel