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from Pins and Needles by Barry B. Wright

Copyright © 2019 Barry B. Wright

Chapter 1
Building 3C

Pins and Needles

Billy Talent

 

Never understood how she could,

Mean so little to so many

Why does she mean everything to me?

Is it worth the pain, with no one to blame?

For all of my insecurities

How did I ever let you go?

Questioning her good intention

Jealousy's a bad invention

When you push on glass, it's bound to break

Even when she was defensive,

It just gave me more incentive

The more you squeeze, the more it slips away

I never walked so far on a lonely street

With no-one there for me

Is it worth the pain, with no one to blame?

For all of my insecurities

How did I ever let you go?

Accept this confession! I'm walking on pins and needles

You're not my possession! I'm walking on pins and needles

My conscience is vicious! I'm walking on pins and needles

And I'm begging forgiveness! I'm walking on pins and needles

I never walked so far on a lonely street,

With no one there for me

It took too long to see her in misery

And now it's clear to me

That it's worth the pain, always take the blame

For all your own insecurities

How did I ever let you go?

Songwriters: Aaron Solowoniuk / Ben Kowalewicz / Ian D'sa / Jon Gallant

Pins and Needles lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

 

 

SHE WAS DEAD, THERE was nothing he could do about it, now; he had to accept it. But there was more. He had stumbled badly; he had come up short. He knew that he had unwittingly failed in what he had come to realize was the only worthwhile endeavor. Still, there must have been signs before she, they, were swallowed whole forever. In his self-made purgatory of grief and shame, he found no solace where once triumph and achievement reigned. He had been a victim of his own hubris. And, in the process, lost what he should have held dearest.

Edward Slocum combed his fingers through his thick salt-and-pepper hair; stretched out his six foot–plus, medium-sized frame; yawned and pushed away from hi...







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