when i was with you the world made sense.
but now the world is cold and dark.
when you held me close i could feel the warmth of your heart.
but now all i feel is the rain you left me standing in.
you said it was like we were flying to forever; you'd never let me fall.
but i guess your true words were carried with the wind.
and now all you've left me,
are bittersweet memories of you.
and now i know that when you come again,
i won't be smiling at the window.
for what you've done to me,
you need to feel.
you need to know what it means,
to lose your first love.
how the world stops turning.
blurring your visoin.
yet making it clear by erasing feelings for you.
and soon you'll realize,
that i will have moved on.
then you'll want me back.
but you want what you can't have.
because now the bittersweet memories have gone.
and i have stopped caring about you.
but now the world is cold and dark.
when you held me close i could feel the warmth of your heart.
but now all i feel is the rain you left me standing in.
you said it was like we were flying to forever; you'd never let me fall.
but i guess your true words were carried with the wind.
and now all you've left me,
are bittersweet memories of you.
and now i know that when you come again,
i won't be smiling at the window.
for what you've done to me,
you need to feel.
you need to know what it means,
to lose your first love.
how the world stops turning.
blurring your visoin.
yet making it clear by erasing feelings for you.
and soon you'll realize,
that i will have moved on.
then you'll want me back.
but you want what you can't have.
because now the bittersweet memories have gone.
and i have stopped caring about you.
are flooding
my heart,
I cannot sleep,
I cannot see...
Where is
the truth
hiding?
Within
my heart,
within
my heart...
There
it sleeps,
there
it fears.
I've seen it,
oh
I have.
Deep down
inside
your blue eyes,
I have seen,
I have felt...
It's tearing me,
oh
you're not letting me...
Oh no,
you're not letting me
love you
the way I want,
so I'm still afraid
to give you my heart.
I'm afraid
of
what I have seen
inside
your blue eyes,
but I hug you...
I hug you
as if I know
that I will never
come back
to you.
I hug you
as if I don't see...
That coldness
inside
your blue eyes,
but I'm still
looking at you.
Sad and hurt,
for you're not letting me,
oh
you're not letting me
love you
the way I want.
Laid here by the time goes.
I can See my self as it's going erased
as you see Im stand still
But you ignore,,
Passed me as i never in,,
talk to Me but not touch your mind..
where were you've been??????
im here..
standing always yours..
But
u see me nothing on your presences..
just the shadows that blows inside
And Its hurt me now
deep inside my heart I want you to know..
im the only that will carry you off
im the girls that always wait ur warmth
im the only knows why u cry on,,
and im always stand here
from now,,then
don't let your mind buried me on...
rest but not in peaces,,,,
like the souls without home///
I can See my self as it's going erased
as you see Im stand still
But you ignore,,
Passed me as i never in,,
talk to Me but not touch your mind..
where were you've been??????
im here..
standing always yours..
But
u see me nothing on your presences..
just the shadows that blows inside
And Its hurt me now
deep inside my heart I want you to know..
im the only that will carry you off
im the girls that always wait ur warmth
im the only knows why u cry on,,
and im always stand here
from now,,then
don't let your mind buried me on...
rest but not in peaces,,,,
like the souls without home///
the violin-throbs
of autumn wound
my heart with languorous
and montonous
sound.
Choking and pale
When I mind the tale
the hours keep,
my memory strays
down other days
and I weep;
and I let me go
where ill winds blow
now here, now there,
harried and sped,
even as a dead
leaf, anywhere.
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CHANSON D'AUTOMNE
Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon cœur
D'une langueur
Monotone.
Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l'heure.
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens,
Et je pleure.
Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
De çà, de là,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.