An apology from me – to me

Well this is like my heart spilled out. People often say that when the storm passes by do you get to know what went wrong. This in a way is kinda close to it. I aint such a good writer that I can actually pen down each of my emotions today…… so for the lesser mortals like me, we seek solace from music greats. One such being Mettalica.
I really donno why I like this song so much. After a lot of grey cell pumping, I thought maybe the one person whom I need to apologise most to is myself – A wise man once said, you let things happen….. things just don’t happen by themselves…. Like we let the storm happen and then apologise, something similar.

This ones from Mettalica – Reload, its called Low Mans lyrics. I really don’t know why I listen to Mettalica so much now. I remember a time when I was a country music fan and couldn’t stand the likes of Mettalica and Iron Maiden. I thought these were more black, more devilish…. Something like disrupting peace. On the other hand, I cant handle country music today and Mettalica kinda soothes me down……. U never know whats really black / devilish / peaceful……….. Dissented Unisons I guess…..

Enjoy the lyrics.... Have highlighted my favorite parts in bold and heres the link to the song on you tube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=If1vafTxHjw

My eyes seek reality, My fingers seek my veins,
There's a dog at your back step, He must come in from the rain
I fall cause I let go, The net below has rot away
So my eyes seek reality, And my fingers seek my veins

The trash fire is warm, But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bear to see, What I've let me be, So wicked and worn

So as I write to you, Of what is done and to do, Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man, cause low man is due, Please forgive me

My eyes seek reality, My fingers feel for faith
Touch clean with a dirty hand, I touch the clean to the waste

The trash fire is warm, But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bear to see, What I've let me be, So wicked and worn

So as I write to you, Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand, and won't cry for this man, cause low man is due
Please forgive me, Please forgive me, Please forgive me

So low the sky is all I see, All I want from you is forgive me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain, Though he just wants right back out again

And I cry, to the alleyway, Confess all to the rain
But I lie, lie straight to the mirror, The one I've broken, to match my face

The trash fire is warm, But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bear to see, What I've let me be, So wicked and worn

So as I write to you, Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand, And won't cry for this man, cause low man is due,
Please forgive me, Please forgive me,

So low the sky is all I see, All I want from you is forgive me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain, Though he just wants right back out again

My eyes seek reality, My fingers seek my veins