Try - Nelly Furtado

All I know
Is everything is not as it's sold
but the more I grow the less I know
And I have lived so many lives
Though I'm not old
And the more I see, the less I grow
The fewer the seeds the more I sow

Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try

I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness
And all the real people are really not real at all
The more I learn the more I cry
As I say goodbye to the way of life
I thought I had designed for me

Then I see you standing there
Wanting more from me
And all I can do is try
Then I see you standing there
I'm all I'll ever be
But all I can do is try
Try

All of the moments that already passed
We'll try to go back and make them last
All of the things we want each other to be
We never will be
And that's wonderful, and that's life
And that's you, baby
This is me, baby
And we are, we are, we are, we are
Free
In our love
We are free in our love

The Death of TL

A very good friend of mine, who until just the other day
I've always thought of as a "hopeless romantic", said to me:
"I don't believe in true love anymore either."

This friend of mine, she's one in a million - someone who is
genuinely good and unpretentious. I've always kind of
seen her as a cute, innocent little sister who I must protect
from the flawed, cruel, and unforgiving world. I've always loved
her charming naivete. In my eyes she seemed forever young.

When I thought back on her words, I felt like the overprotective
busybody elder sister realizing that her little lamb had suddenly grown up.
This sweet girl with whom I've had the most stimulating discussions with
about the romantic mythos has declared she didn't believe anymore
in something she used to staunchly, steadfastly, persistently tried to defend.

Now me being me, I didn't think much about it at that time.
But later I thought, "Did she really say what I thought she said?"
Yes, she did. And I quite shocked myself when I found out that
it made me feel quite sad, indeed. That's it, then.
The Death of True Love.

If even the hopeless romantics don't believe in it anymore,
then it can't possibly be possible anymore.
I try to count on my ten fingers how many more people
I know still hold on to their faith that TL is alive and well.
Yep, I still need more than two hands for that. But as of
Tuesday night, the God of Love just might have lost another worshipper.

A moment of silence for the dying...