Give Me Some Love – James Blunt
Me and my guitar play my way
It makes them frown
The little pieces by the highway
Bring me down
Mine is not a heart of a stone
I am only skin and bone
Those little pieces are little pieces of my own
Why don’t you give me some love
I’ve taken a shipload of drugs
I’m so tired of never fixing the pain
Valium said to me
I’ll take you seriously
And we’ll come back
As someone else
Who’s better than yourself
Many faces at the doorway
All hang around
Watch me fight in the hallway
But make no sound
So standing all alone
And I’m only skin and bone
So many faces but they all look out for their own
Why don’t you give me some love
I’ve taken a shipload of drugs
I’m so tired of never fixing the pain
Valium said to me
I’ll take you seriously
And we’ll come back as someone else
Who’s better than yourself
Why don’t you give me some love
I’ve taken shipload of drugs
I’m so tired of never fixing the pain
Valium said to me
I’ll take you seriously
And we’ll come back as someone else
Who’s better than yourself today
And someday
Soon they’ll drop the bomb
Let it all out
Someday!
I know that someday
Soon we’ll all be gone!
So let it all out!
Let it all out today!
And give me some love
Yeah give me some love
Come give me some love, today…
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This song definitely speaks to me, hell, this song could have been written for me.
“Why don’t you give me some love, I’ve taken a shipload of drugs. I’m so tired of never fixing the pain.”
Really, nothing helps. I’m beginning to think that I’m one of those people, one of those “depressed people”. The ones who can never truly be happy. I’ve tried just about everything.
And yes, I can hear you muttering under your breath: “Well, if she knows she’s depressed, why doesn’t she just take some anti-depressants?” And I’ll tell you why: because I have tried them already, and guess what? They don’t work either. My doc and I played around with dosages and he kept a close watch on me. No matter the dosage, no matter the type, it never quite worked for me.
I’m worried it might be self-sabotage. Is it possible that I truly don’t want to be happy? Isn’t it human nature to want to be happy?
I’m fucked up. Seriously. So why don’t you give me some love?
