Abort / Retry / Ignore

Fade Away is one of my favourite songs right now. But the reason I’m posting this is because of one of the comments on that page. I don’t know how accurate it is to the song, but it fits my situation rather well. So here’s that quote:

It’s a broken friendship, not necessarily a relationship
As for as hard as it is to realize, for as close as they are they cannot be together
You feel shattered, stripped and barren, maybe its aimed at a close friend or a lover
It’s so painful for you that you can’t bear to see their face every day and you never want to see them again since just looking at them brings you misery, and you turn to rage to solve your answers

Your trying to move on, but you can’t you have that rush and urge to hold on, and it will kill you if you don’t strip it. Knowing that the mental abuse will only continue and the whole “logic” behind the friendship, it’s going to hurt you regardless if you’re close or not, because it will never feel the same, you try to break off, but you never will, she’s in your head.

You withdraw, you being to fall, suffer, gasp for air
you mentally break down, trying to hold on but you fall even harder
Hold on harder you say,trying to forget the memory, but all thats left is your cold dignity

You try to reminisce over the break up
Remembering all the friendships you severed just to keep this one alive
It’s to the point where you’re always pissed off and suffering where you began where it all started.
You want her but you cant have her, so you suffer just to try again the next day

Again, you advance and withdraw from the power narcotic (the woman) who strips down everything you’ve fought for.
You’re cold, you’re fading away, broken and alone once again

Next time it happens, it goes to the point where you can’t hold on anymore regardless of how hard you try, and you suffer even more, she forgets your face, she leaves, you’re alone, your done. You’re not friends, lovers and family anymore, just one broken man, and a free woman to bring down the next man

Obviously not all elements fit, but it seems like an eerily apt analysis of how I feel these days.