No surprises

"This is my final fit, my final bellyache with."

(Thom Yorke)



She found out her pieces
While he stared at the moon
'He was never aware', she said
But nobody listened
'It doesn't matter, anyway'.

He always looked at her amazed
By her beauty and unexpected wisdom
But he never really saw
That she never needed companionship
Not even love
What she needed, more than everything
Was freedom


She was tied by his lies
And she knew it was hard
The hurt and the pain that she chose
By the time she fell in love
She got down on her knees
It couldn't be right

Things just weren't the same

Like the full moon painting the dark sky
It's warm out there and cold inside

Everything she used to be proud of

Everything that made some sense

Fell into pieces and soiled the floor

Everything became trash

By the time he walked out that door

Tears drop from her face
You may ask : again?
Again, because there will be a time
When the salt touch her lips
And she close her eyes
She will realize
She will know who she is
She really is worthwhile

Sweetheart, by being trapped to him
You'll learn well how to set you free