Story Behind The Song

I broke up with my first real "love", and realized that she was just molding me to what she wanted, and that she did not truly love me. Then, I wrote the song because she was so cold about the breakup.

Song Description

Someone realizing that they are now free from a bad relationship, and that the relationship has left a haze on them in which everything is cloudy. Then, the cloudiness of their thoughts dissapears and they discover the other person did not really love th

Lyrics

My Hill


I feel there's nothing left to hide.
I'm free. There's no one at my side.
Two clouds are covering my head:
One front, both instead.

'Till I force myself right off of my hill.
I come down and see what it really is:
What it isn't to me.
Feel like I'm gonna cry,
And I don't know which day.
Feel like an open mic,
But I know I've been played.

Well I dream, fickle as it seems.
'Cause you gave me fickle feelings.
I'll wait for the end this time:
One life, one goodbye.

'Till I force myself right out of my hell.
I come down and bleed what it really is
'Cause you never loved me.
Feel like I'm gonna die,
And I don't know which day.
Feel like an open mic,
But I've already played.

I force myself right out of my hell.
I come down and see what it really is:
What it isn't to me.
Feel like I'm gonna die,
And I don't know which day.
Feel like an open mic,
But I've already played.

Feel like an open mic,
But I've already played.
Feel like an open mic,
But I've already played.
Feel like an open mic,
But I've already played.
Feel like an open mic,
But I've already played.


- Words & Music by John Michael Suprock Copyright 2003

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
Dallas Songwriters	POP/ROCK/R&B/ALT SEMIFINALISTS	1/2/2009