I know that this wound will bleed again Now I’m here right beside the one I love I see he’s in love with someone else Now I know I just got to let him go Because it’s over, help me get over
I don’t know what to do There is no easy way of letting go But I know there’s no sense In holding on too much to something fading Help me, help me Help me get over you
Now I see, you’re so happy with her Deep inside I just don’t know what to feel Oh, I’m sure, you don’t need me anymore So I’ll go on, try my best to just move on Now that it’s over, I got to get over
I know I’ve got to leave it all behind Somehow I’ll try to get you off my mind So tell me what to do Help me get over I don’t know what to do There is no easy way of letting go But I know there’s no sense In holding on too much to something fading Help me, help me Help me get over you
Not claiming to be at the top of the intellectual food chain but if you felt eaten, sorry. The glass must have cracks or the wall wasn't soundproof. Was just saying my observations. Probably out too loud. Sorry, you weren't food. I don't eat stupid.
Or perhaps, I have flipped your bitch switch. Unready to be enlightened. They say you can't drive darkness out of darkness. You gotta have light. You can't take hate out of hate. You gotta give love. I'll give back your light and love but I won't be in that same room anymore with you.
Not sure if we're from the same country. Man, your language seems different. You speak Pathetic. Not saying you're inferior because when all is said and done, you're superior pathetic. "Conyo"? Who said contemplation is a "conyo" way of pondering and insight; even more, a sort of branding myself Mr. Elitist? "Rally"? Leave that thing that makes you a foolhardy brave talker(yes, your keyboard) and take to the streets your demonstration to rebuild a great nation. But please, spare me of your talking behind my back unless you like it there where you can perfectly kiss my ass.
I am concerned, my former friend, about your intellectual wellness and how politics prey on its potential to be great. Because I agree, "it doesn't take a genius" for it takes a great mind, not a blabbering mouth, to make sense.
Try getting plane tickets down south. 'Cause that's where your conduct is headed.
My speech ends here. The choice to make a chapter 2 of my story on your wall is up to you but my book co-starring you is now closed.
There's something about the way this movie was produced, directed, written, and portrayed by actors that's just so effective and fantastic. Who says you need to be melodramatic emphasizing a father's love for his son? To be glossy showcasing a sci-fi concept? To have adrenaline-laden score to mount thrill?
This is the humanized version of E.T., the nephew of Looper, the raw re-imagining of Signs, the PG counterpart of Nightcrawler, the Beyoncé (circa Lemonade) foray into Spielberg territory, the middle finger of independent filmmaking to all-CG, zero-sense mainstream sh*t.
Didn't regret watching this over Civil War. Mainstream sci-fi lost me with that "BvS" thingy, with Allegiant, Scorch Trials, and even that otherwise unfantastic Fantastic Four.
The only horrible decision the producers have made was there from the get-go: the poster.
PS: Jericho Rosales needs himself some Michael Shannon influence in the father role category.
