jueves, 30 de julio de 2009

CALL ME WHEN YOU ARE SOBER



Don't cry to me
If you loved me,
You would be here with me
You want me,
Come find me
Make up your mind.

Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself

Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.

Don't cry to me
If you loved me,
You would be here with me
You want me,
Come find me
Make up your mind.

Couldn't take the blame
Sick with shame
Must be exhausting to lose your own game
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.

Don't cry to me
If you loved me,
ou would be here with me
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

You never call me when you're sober
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.

How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.

So don't cry to me
If you loved me,
You would be here with me
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things
I've made up your mind...

2 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

"No me llores. Si me amabas, deberías estar aquí conmigo.
Me deseaas,
ven a buscarme.
Mentalízate."


Suena sencillo de hacer
¿Porqué no puede ser entonces?

Mucha suerte, que te toque la lotería. Aunque solo sea la del tiempo, la de que llegó el momento de estar mejor que nunca.

Eva dijo...

Guau! por fin se tu nombre! Encantada Carlos :)
El momento de estar mejor que nunca llegó, por fin, pues ya lo echaba demasiado en falta. Como supondrás, ese al que lloraba en todos mis poemas no es quien ahora me hace feliz, hay que saber pasar página y mirar adelante hacia nuevos horizontes ;)

Muchas gracias por seguir leyendome, prometo volver a escribir de nuevo.

Un abrazo!