The Point Of Resistance
Describing the ebb and flow of relationships, be they platonic or otherwise, including a call to action to tackle problems in relationships when they arise and to try to fix things rather than run away
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CHORUS
You run away when shit gets hard.
At the least point of resistance.
You'd rather break than ever reach too far
To not be passive in your own existence.
You run away when shit gets hard.
At the least point of resistance.
You'd rather break than ever reach too far
To not be passive in your own existence.
VERSE 1
I thought we could be forever.
Like life's constant ebb and flow.
Our hardships brought us together.
But in the end, how could we have known
That you'd never say you're sorry
For breaking me apart.
And I'd never hesitate to
Simply retract my heart.
CHORUS variation
Guess we both run away when shit gets hard.
At the least point of resistance.
We'd rather break than ever reach too far
To not be passive in our own existence.
VERSE 2
If you love something, you'll fight hard.
If you really care enough.
Stay dedicated through pain and scars.
Instead of giving up.
Challenge is meant to make you stronger.
By knowing that you've tried.
That at the least point of resistance,
You didn't break, but you survived.
CHORUS variation
Don't ever run away when shit gets hard.
At the least point of resistance.
Don't ever break, but rather reach too far
To not be passive in your own existence.
CHORUS
You run away when shit gets hard.
At the least point of resistance.
You'd rather break than ever reach too far
To not be passive in your own existence.
CHORUS and outro
You run away when shit gets hard.
At the least point of resistance.
You'd rather break than ever reach too far
To not be passive in your own
Passive in your own
You're passive in your own existence.
© Pamela Belitch 2018