"All Good Things (Come To An End)" by Nelly Furtado
Honestly what will become of me
don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is daily
We are what we don't see
Missed everything daydreaming
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Traveling I only stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets it and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Well the dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Die die die die die
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Well the dogs were barking at a new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon
And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day 'til the feeling went away
And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and
the rain forgot how to bring salvation
the dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxVOoaZGlak
"Funny how people tend to reject their feelings just to quickly forget someone who was special, someone we thought she was the one.
But when we less expect that someone comes to our memory, just like a ghost haunting us.
And that ghost brings a feeling of emptyness.
The more quickly i try to forget you, the more often i remenber you...."
(dedicated to someone... you know that i'm writing about you....)
19 de Fevereiro de 2007
posted by Ricardo Oliveira at 3:04 AM
1 Comments:
Houve uma época nas nossas vidas em que estávamos tão próximos que nada parecia obstruir a nossa amizade e fraternidade, apenas uma pequena ponte nos separava. Quando estavas prestes a atravessar a ponte, perguntei-te "Queres atravessar a ponte até mim?" De imediato deixaste de o querer e, quando repeti a pergunta, ficaste calada. Desde então, montanhas, rios caudolosos e o que quer que nos separe e aliene, interpuseram-se entre nós e, mesmo que nos quiséssemos reunir, não conseguiríamos. Agora, ao pensar na pequena ponte, perdes as palavras e soluças, maravilhas-te.
(Quando Nietzsche chorou, Irvin D. Yalom)
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