lunes, marzo 24, 2008

Too much love will kill you



I'm just the pieces of the man I used to be
Too many bitter tears are raining down on me
I'm far away from home
And I've been facing this alone for much too long
I feel like no one ever told the truth to me
About growing up and what a struggle it would be
In my tangled state of mind
I've been looking back to find where I went wrong

Too much love will kill you
If you can't make up your mind
Torn between the lover and the love you leave behind
You're headed for disaster 'cos you never read the signs
Too much love will kill you - everytime

I'm just the shadow of the man I used to be
And it seems like there's no way out of this for me
I used to bring you sunshine
Now all I ever do is bring you down
How would it be if you were standing in my shoes
Can't you see that it's impossible to choose
No there's no making sense of it
Every way I go I have to lose

Too much love will kill you
Just as sure as none at all
It'll drain the power that's in you
Make you plead and scream and crawl
And the pain will make you crazy
You're the victim of your crime
Too much love will kill you - everytime

Yeah, too much love will kill you
It'll make your life a lie
Yes, too much love will kill you
And you won't understand why
You'd give your life you'd sell your soul
But here it comes again
Too much love will kill you
In the end...
In the end

Ánimo, de todo se sale y como consejo de alguien que ha cometido muchos errores: sáltate la parte de beber para olvidar. Te lo aseguro, no funciona.

2 comentarios:

  1. Mmmm, se ve que lo de poner hombres de peludo pecho en los blogs está de moda...

    Y ahora la frase friki de la semana (in inglés fron de montain):

    "Too much sex will kill your PJ. Karma rolls D20 dices."

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  2. Todos hemos cometido muchos errores, lo importante es vivir para contarlo no? (y no repetirlo)

    Es más, no hay que olvidar, todo es parte de la vida de uno mismo, de todo se aprende, aunque todas estas frases suenen a típicas, qué coño, es verdad... Ahora hay que aprender que no duela el pasado, que es lo jodido. Pero poco a poco se sale, y yo a hora miro pa´tras y digo...buf, qué mal lo pasé entonces, y qué atrás quedó..y mira yo sigo...

    Bueno, me piro a la cama que como ves toy espesita.

    Un besazo^^

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