segunda-feira, 12 de maio de 2008



God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across point champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name…

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
Now you're outside me
You see all the beauty
Repent all your sin

It's nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard
I'll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love…

Live through this, and you won't look back…
Live through this, and you won't look back…
Live through this, and you won't look back…

There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to say

I'm not sorry there's nothing to say...

1 comentário:

Moi disse...

And let terapia work... ;) :D
quanto tempo? não sabemos...
mas se não voltarmos as costas ao que existe, mesmo ao sofrimento, se realmente o entendermos, então passamos para trás e viramos a página de cabeça erguida!

Que será, será...
What ever wil be, will be...
The future is not ours, you see...
Que será, será...
:)

I Know you can!