"Where did I go wrong"

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through

Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence

Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God, he hears you
And pray to God, he hears you

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed

He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

How to save a life

How to save a life
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life

"A gente corre o risco de chorar um pouco quando se deixa cativar"

"Pouco a pouco, porém, descobrimos que não voltaremos a escutar o riso claro daquele, que nos está vedado para sempre tal jardim. É então que principia o nosso verdadeiro luto, um luto que não é dilacerante, mas antes um pouco amargo. Porque nada, jamais, substituirá o companheiro perdido. Velhos camaradas não se criam. Não há nada que valha o tesouro de tanta recordação comum, de tantas horas más vividas juntamente, de tantas zangas e reconciliações, de tantos movimentos de coração. Estas amizades não se refazem. Ao plantar-se um carvalho, é vão ter a esperança de se poder gozar brevemente da sua sombra."

(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)

Cortejo 2009+1/2011

Orgulho.

Porcaria de blog que desfoca a imagens... :@ Carreguem na imagem para ver em condições :P

Still waiting too much...

Ilusão.

Odeio ilusões. E aquilo foram, são e continuam a ser tudo ilusões. Odeio.

Estou a chegar ao fim da linha... Se não descarrilar entretanto.

Passaram quase 3 meses desde que aqui disse que tinha de pensar no que realmente fazer. Penso, penso, mas é complicado agir... No entanto vou ter de tomar uma decisão...

Responsabilidade.

Talvez seja pedir muito... mas às vezes gostava que me "facilitassem" a vida...

Pilar.

Obrigada...

.

There's nowhere...

Freedom.

Porque naqueles momentos me sinto completamente livre...

Até qualquer dia...