It's not about you-Jazz Version (Sung in the tune of 'Is that All there is?)
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It was a long time ago that he first saw her.
She was eight.
And it was late in the afternoon.The shadows were long and the breezes were warm.
He saw many grownups, but all from the waist down.
They were that big and he was that small.
But there she was, in front of him, eye to eye, and he just ran away.
She was in tears.
His dad said to her,'It's not about you my dear, he's just shy'.
It's not about you
It's not about you
But if you think it is true
Then let's keep on fightin,
Let's throw hurtin' words all around,till truth be found, it's not you...
Then she left, never to come back again.And the ten year old boy forgot all about her.He soon got busy playing cops and robbers and catchin' tadpoles.And for the next few years, it was as if she did not exist at all for him,and he for her.
All those years growing up...It's not about you, my dear, he did it to himself.
It's not about you
It's not about you
But if you think it is true
Then let's keep fightin,
Let's throw hurtin' words all around,till truth be found, it's not you...
Then fate met them when he was troubled by growth spurts,pimples and puberty.
At the height of immaturity,in a sea of strangers there she was again,an island of beauty, an oasis of sanity, and she tried to talk to him.
He went mute, sometimes he stuttered,looked at the floor and babbled.He shook his head hot in shame and locked himself up in the bathroom.
I remember his mom telling her, 'It's not you my dear,he's never seen a real girl before'.
It's not about you
It's not about you
But if you think if it is true
Then let's keep fightin,
Let's throw hurtin' words all around,till truth be found, it's not you...
But she had other plans it seems.
Although she didn't have fate on her side, patience was her best friend.
She opened him up gently.
She made an omlette without breaking the egg.
All she got in return was a lovesick puppy,slobbering all over & barely housebroken.Men fall in and out of love quickly, but for him it took almost a lifetime.
It's not about you my dear,but no one had ever shown any interest in him before.
It's not about you
It's not about you
But if you think it is true
Then let's keep fightin,
Let's throw hurtin' words all around,till truth be found, it's not you...
BUt when you don't understand the nature of love, it sours quickly often.It turns into intolerable cruelty.
Mistakes were made.
Accusations flew.
False stories grew like weeds.
What followed was a muted thunderclap that no one understood.The deafening silence hurt them both.
It was clear that he was angry.But at whom?
It's not about you my dear, he was angry at himself.
It's not about you
It's not about you
But if you think it is true
Then lets keep on fightin,
Let's throw hurtin' words all around,till truth be found, it's not you...
BUt soon he realised all the lies he'd been telling himself.Even his anger was fueled by pettiness and lofty expectations.
He tried to fall out of love.He tried to hate, but failed.
It took a lifetime to fall in love.How could one fall out of it in mere days?
The more important question was...Now what?
How can he forgive himself and forget?
It's not about you my dear,he has yet to learn about forgiving himself.
It's not about you
It's not about you
But if you think it is true
Then lets keep fightin,
Let's throw hurtin' words all around,till truth be found, it's not you...it's me.
The Songwriter's Bible (Yours for $24.99 only) says that the more personal the pain, the more universal the story and that Art is an imitation of life and not the other way around.
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