Falling to Pieces.

Songs are my solace. Any kind of song. Listening to the lyrics, a singer's actual voice, the melody, the harmonies. The intricate way those pieces fit together to create something that contains more power and truth than anything I think I've know...well, for the most part. It's incredible to me how people can do this...take something that people listen to every day and give more thought to it than anyone ever realizes.

Take, for instance, the song "Breakeven" by The Script. The song is about what almost every song on the radio is about today: being alone and how to deal with it.

First, let's look at the lyrics, well my favorite excerpts anyway:

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in
Cos I got time while she got freedom
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even

What am I suppose to do when the best part of me was always you
What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up and your okay
I'm falling to pieces
I'm falling to pieces

They say bad things happen for a reason
But not wise words gonna stop the bleeding
Cos she's moved on while I'm still grieving
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven

So, it says what you think it will, right? "Here I am, I made it through this, but barely. How can I live without you? How will I ever make it through?". It's boring when you read it like that. Now, listen to it.

The singer's smokey, challenged, struggling voice makes the song worthwhile. Listen to the way he sings the simple word "say". Can't you feel that? Don't you feel the pain? For me, that one word, that one little word, is this song.

So maybe this isn't your idea of a happy song. Not that it's really mine either...in fact, it really doesn't describe the situation I have right now. It's more about the situation I worry will happen someday...the situation I know I could not bear.