Here I come. M-am saturat de toti oamenii care trebuie sa faca toate lucrurile sa fie despre ei. M-am saturat. Adica simt asa ca-mi explodeaza capul si ca le-as trage un pumn in fata si as urla: nu va mai dati dracului atata importanta! Pur si simplu nu va mai dati. Lasa-ti pe altii sa va dea. Sunt inconjurata de oameni d' astia. Si nu pot sa le dau un pumn in fata si nu pot sa urlu la ei si faptul ca nu pot sa fac nici una nici alta ma frustreaza. Ma frustreaza asa de tare incat as scrie aici de un milion de ori cat sunt de frustrata, pentru ca nu am cui sa spun. Primeste o bomboana cine ghiceste de ce nu am cui sa spun.
M-am saturat de oamenii carora le pasa cum le e comod. Daca a le pasa iese din zona lor calduta si draguta, s-a terminat. Ma doare in cur sa-mi includeti persoana sau problema in zona voastra de confort. Pentru ca zona voastra de confort e de cacat. Pentru ca e despre voi. Si m-am saturat sa fie despre voi. Sa fie despre florile de afara.
Si m-am saturat de toti oamenii astia care ma iubesc. Na, uite ca am zis-o. Toti oamenii din jurul meu ma iubesc de le iese pe ochi. Dar ce sa vedeti, iese pe ochii lor si intra in ochii mei si de atata iubire intrata in ochii mei, eu nu mai pot sa vad iubirea. Paradoxal.
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No more tears, my heart is dry,
I don't laugh and I don't cry,
I don't think about you all the time,
But when I do, I wonder why.
You have to go out of my door
And leave just like you did before.
I know I said that I was sure,
But rich men can't imagine poor.
Little me and little you
Kept doing all the things they do,
They never really think it through
Like I can never think you're true.
Here I go again: the blame,
The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame,
The founding fathers of our plane,
That's stuck in heavy clouds of rain.
One day, baby, we'll be old and think of all the stories that we could have told.
I don't laugh and I don't cry,
I don't think about you all the time,
But when I do, I wonder why.
You have to go out of my door
And leave just like you did before.
I know I said that I was sure,
But rich men can't imagine poor.
Little me and little you
Kept doing all the things they do,
They never really think it through
Like I can never think you're true.
Here I go again: the blame,
The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame,
The founding fathers of our plane,
That's stuck in heavy clouds of rain.
One day, baby, we'll be old and think of all the stories that we could have told.
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