The Ground Beneath Her Feet

Its not up to you no more,
you cant choose if its peace or war
just cant make choices anymore
your nightmare has come true;

and when the day becomes the night
and when you dont know wrong from right
or blind from sight or who to fight
dont tell me you feel blue

there's nothing baby, nothing you can do
cause its not up to you, its not up to you....

But it was never up to me, and i didn't understand that till it was too late. You sleep well tonight, ok? have pleasant dreams, and wake up smiling. You deserve it.
I'll stand by you, in the shadows. I'll be around should you call, but I dont think you will, not now, its too late for that teenage vow.

but I'll miss you. so much. you're a part of me, my heart aches for its lost piece, my body feels amputated, my emotions..... i cant talk about my emotions yet.
random and not so random yoga instructers on tv show me ways to make my body feel better, exercises to heal the soul and the body, but you were the only breath i ever needed, the only elixir, the only balm.

thats love, isnt it? i cant stop believing we're soulmates. but its not up to me, is it? it never was.