John Reuben

I Pictured It

John Reuben


You ever felt somethin' you couldn't explain? 
No definition, no name. 
Just a feeling. 
No definition, no name.

I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different, I said,
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different, than I, than I... 
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured...hold up.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.

And then there was me:
Analyzing life more than I was living.
Anything possible good,
I destroyed before the chance was ever given.

See, if I never have anything, 
I'll never have to lose anything; 
but then again if I never had anything worth losing 
I guess I lost everything.

Either way, you could say, 
Pain will become a result from both,
So actually I'm giving in to the very thing that I fear the most: 
Losing it all, 
Everything,
Completely unaware, 
That a fear of failure was the one thing that was taking me there.

Fear of life, 
Fear of love, 
Fear of man, 
Failure to relate
How I and God, and His voice to me
Would even begin to translate. 

So I wait 
To escape
This condition of rationalizing my own destruction. 
But I keep on listening to the voices that don't deserve my discussion. 

I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it. 
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
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