Here we all are, born into a struggle to come so far but end up returning to dust.

Κυριακή 17 Απριλίου 2011

O κόσμος είναι μια σφαίρα της τύχης.

Δεν ξέρω. Αλήθεια δεν ξέρω. Και νιωθω περιεργα, δεν ξερω πως, αλλα το στομάχι μου ανακατέβεται, φτάνει στο κεφάλι, ξανακατεβαίνει, το χανω και μετα πάλι ξανά στη θέση του.
Και τρελαινεσαι και σκαλώνεις και δεν ξερεις τι γινεται αλλά όλα ένα κομμάτι σου είναι. ΟΛΑ.

Sure got my piece of heaven
an angel in disguise
Gone wild

But I thoughtyou were a man
Who knew right from wrong
That's why I really don't understand
Why he's with her

IT'S KILLING ME
WHAT HAS SHE GOT THAT I DON'T HAVE?
IS IT THE WAY SHE LOOKS AT YOU
LAUGHS WITH YOU, CAN SHE
DOES SHE MAKE YOU BEG FOR MORE
THIS IS HURTING
WHAT HAS SHE GOT THAT I DON'T HAVE?

I tried to call him
Anytime anywhere
But he's never there

So I went to his place
And waited all day
So he would explain it to me
And this is what he said
He said:

There is nothing left to say
I had my fill, I went away
Your crying eyes won't change a thing
It was just a fling

WELL HOW COULD AN ANGEL BREAK MY HEART
NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA
HE SAID: WE COULD STILL BE FRIENDS!

Are you kidding me
What has she got that I don't have
Is it the way she looks at you
Talks to you, can she
Does she make you beg for more
This is hurting
What has she got that I don't have, I don't have

BUT TWICE EVERY YEAR
WHEN HE'S IN TEARS
WHEN HE LOSES HIS MIND
AND CAN'T HELP BUT CRY
HE'LL CALL ME AND THEN

I AM BETTER THAN, I AM...


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