E o stare de spirit si incerc sa o inteleg.A trecut un minut, o ora, o zi,o saptamana....si chiar o luna...restul mai conteaza[?!?!]...trece in continuare...si totusi e o stare confuza...4 pereti si un pat...o tigara fumata pe geam privind in departare...spre Bucurestiul prafuit luminat in noapte...
e liniste...
" [Forgive me if I must Cry Out]
As I lay here in my dark, and lonely room,
filled with sadness , and with gloom.
I listen for your breathing, but it's not there.
I reach to touch you, but touch only air.
In my heart is a loneliness that I alone must bare
I feel all around me there is no one who really cares.
So, forgive me if I must cry out
"Is This What Life Is All About?"
to feel so empty, and cast out.
Where are the ones who said they cared!
Where are the ones who said they would always be there!
So, as I lay here in my dark, and lonely room ,
filled with sadness, and with gloom.
Forgive me if I must cry out,
Is This What Life Is All About "
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[...] si totusi e acea stare ciudata
cand...
" My head keeps saying "no"
But my heart keeps giving in
So hard to let it go
When it's there, under my skin.
Well if this is the face of a sinner
And if heaven is only for winners
Well I don't care
Cause I won't know
Anybody there.
But my heart keeps giving in
So hard to let it go
When it's there, under my skin.
Well if this is the face of a sinner
And if heaven is only for winners
Well I don't care
Cause I won't know
Anybody there.
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"Sometimes we don't learn from our mistakes
Sometimes we've no choice but to walk away, away..".
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It's the end where I begin !
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