A Soulmate Who Wasn’t Meant to Be - Jess Benko

I wasn't built for this My head can't make any damn sense of this so it sings Can't remember the smell and I Can't recall the taste but I try everyday If I wasn't so afraid I'd shine a light up to space Then my soul could be Strong enough to see your face One more day One more day I found notes that you hid Sharing secrets and fears that were meant to stay hid Moving stuff out your room Leaves me emptier than the room where you stayed If I wasn't so afraid I'd shine a light up to space Then my soul could be Strong enough to see your face Give me one more day One more day And if I wasn't so afraid I'd shine a light up to space Then my soul could be Strong enough to see your face One more day

A broken man without a home Desperate and so alone A victim of society No one really wants to see Some of us don't even wonder Some of us don't even care Couldn't we just help each other Isn't there enough to share There's got to be a way To connect this world today Come together to relieve the pain There's got to be a way There's got to be a way To unite this human race And together we'll bring on a change In another land they still believe Color grants supremacy I don't understand how there can be Regulated bigotry Some of us don't even wonder Some of us don't even care Couldn't we accept each other Can't we make ourselves aware There's got to be a way To connect this world today Come together to relieve the pain There's got to be a way To unite this human race And together we'll bring on a change And maybe then the future will be a time Without war, destitution and sorrow And hungry children won't have to die If we work together today, we'll save tomorrow Yeah, hey Oh yes Come on, come on Ho Some of us don't even wonder Some of us don't even care Couldn't we just love each other Isn't there enough to share There's got to be a way To connect this world today Come together to relieve the pain There's got to be a way To unite this human race And together we'll bring on a change There's got to be a way To connect this world today There's got to be, there's got to be, there's got to Got to, got to be There's got to be a way To unite this human race And together we'll bring on a change

I'm out late every night Doing things that ain't right And she'll cry for me When I'm down in the dumps And she nurses my lumps How she cries for me And she'll never complain She keeps hiding the pain But I know all the while She's not feeling too well 'Cause I put her through hell Still she forces a smile She's got to be a saint Lord know that I ain't I finally realize Right before my eyes Here is a saint There's a dress in a shop That'll make her eyes pop But she'll look away She'd have gotten a lift If I'd bought her that gift For her birthday But her birthday has come And I feel like a bum 'Cause I spent my last dime On a worthless old friend On a drunken weekend I've done it time after time She's got to be a saint Lord know that I ain't I finally realize Right before my eyes Here is a saint Should I stay? Should I go? I really don't know My mind's in a blur Soon it's gonna be dawn And if she finds me gone Would it be best for her? I see her cry in her sleep So I kiss her wet cheek I kneel by her and pray And I'll turn off the light Step out in the night And I'll go on my way She's got to be a saint Lord know that I ain't I finally realize Right before my eyes Here is a saint

I used to be a sailor Who sailed across the seas But now I'm just an island Since they took my boat away from me Oh no I don't like being stationary, no, no, no, no I like the rocky wavy motions of the sea I sit and rock behind these padded walls Hoping one day they'll fall And set me free He wrote his epitaph He wrote his eulogy It said, "I think that I can die now For my true love won't come for me" Oh no I don't like being stationary, no, no, no, no I like the rocky wavy motions of the sea I sit and rock behind these padded walls Hoping one day they'll fall And set me free I used to be a sailor Who sailed across the seas But now I'm just an island Since they took my boat away from me Oh no I don't like being stationary, no, no, no, no I like the rocky wavy motions of the sea I sit and rock behind these padded walls Hoping one day they'll fall And set me free Set me free, set me free, set me free Set me free, set me free, set me free Set me free, set me free, set me free

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour