You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness Like resignation to the end, always the end So when we found that we could not make sense Well you said that we would still be friends But I'll admit that I was glad it was over
But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop so low Have your friends collect your records and then change your number I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know
You probably think that I hold resentment for you But oh no, you're wrong 'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do, I wouldn't know Just how capable I am to pull through So I wanna say thank you 'Cause it makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder It makes me that much wiser So thanks for making me a fighter Made me learn a little bit faster Made my skin a little bit thicker Makes me that much smarter So thanks for making me a fighter
When someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration or knowing that no matter what you can do or attempt to do can change the situation. When you feel like you need to cry, when you want to just get it out, relieve some of the pressure from the inside - that is true pain. Because no matter how hard you try or how bad you want to, you can't. That pain just stays in place. Then, if you are lucky, one small tear may escape from those eyes that water constantly. That one tear, that tiny, salty, droplet of moisture is a means of escape. Although it's just a small tear, it is the heaviest thing in the world. And it doesn't do a damn thing to fix anything.
Just me and my morning coffee thinking about how you got me inside your heart, wherever you are Baby now don't you worry I'll come runnin' to you in a hurry when you reappear, I'll be waiting here and I'll be singin'...
Certains disent : "C'était écrit, c'était le destin, parce que c'était lui, parce que c'était moi. " Ils se trompent. Un coup de foudre n'est pas une histoire de personnes, c'est une affaire de moment. Il faut être fragilisé, instable pour se faire avoir, la foudre ne frappe pas au hasard, il y a des conducteurs, et cet été-là j'étais une sacrée tige de fer.