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Jūnijs 9., 2005
![[info]](http://klab.lv/img/userinfo.gif) lyrfeel | 23:05 - Deja Vu, in a way....
Šo te es uzrakstīju gandrīz gadu atpakaļ. Lai gan gadījums cits, tās salauztās sirdes sajūtas ir vienmēr, viemēr līdzīgas. Viena tik ir tā sirde, tik katreiz kāds izlauž gabalu no tās...
Tā līdzīgi arī šobrīd jūtos. Lai gan, godīgi, toreiz bij daudz trakāk, bij baigi tālu viss aizgājis, bet tas ir pavisam cits, jau uzrakstīts, izdzīvots, pārdzīvots un pabeigts stāsts.
Tā kā man tāds analītisks garastāvoklis šobrīd, būtu interesanti uzzināt cilvēku domas par šo te. Īsts ekstrakts.
Thousands of good songs I could use -
Too many of them to mention -
I could use them to show what I mean,
What I want You to know...
But there’s no better artist – composer in this case
To find the words for your heart,
Than my own heart - broken,
Still feeling love just for You.
All my favorite songs sound so blue
It’s way too painful to hear them now:
All they do is hurt and remind me -
So bad I’m missing You...
So cold, empty I feel inside now,
Kind of confused, discontent, sad.
The thought of You being mad at me
Consantly keeps freezing my mind...
I keep asking myself – yesterday, today, right now -
What went so wrong, how to make it right...?
Makes me think I must have been a very bad girl...
Cos no news from You, no sign of life...
An awkward misunderstanding - wrong time, wrong place -
That’s what stood between us, to spoil it all.
Don’t let it kill all we had, not so damn soon!
We should rise above it...
Please, keep in mind, I’m still the same person,
And I know that You can't be changed, too.
Listen to that little thing deep inside of You, -
Behind the anger, madness and hate,
The shining thing the back of Your heart -
That is the love we used to know...!
I’ve tried to show it, tried to say all,
Still so much left inside, too much to handle...
Don’t make me burst into pieces,
Don’t make me face my fear...
With fingers crossed, I’m saying:
It’s worth giving another chance to shine,
And if You think I don’t care – God knows how wrong You are.
Don’t kill it so soon - our love was too young!
I’m waiting for You to come home –
Back to me, where You belong...
Believing that the heart of Yours that I used to know
isn't cold enough to be dead by this time,
LyrfeeL
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