: Te l'avevo detto io, sei una donna e non un dio che la vita e tutta qua, se tu vivi la realta. Una volta vorrei che, tu credessi un poco in piu
: Here we are. In the place where you grew up. Where you spent so much time. Where you plotted out your life. These next few lines are a series of events
: There's nowhere left to turn There's no one left to burn There's nothing left to gain There's no one left to blame Time after time Didn't mean to
: Ahora te veo ahA y me das miedo una vez mas Siento que tu me miras a veces dudo si me ves No importa ahora da igual, estoy pensando en mi Que puedo
Your intentions you hide, not seen through untrained eyes You can't be fake when it blows up in your face Finally get the chance to say "see ya" It's
Between love we make divide, navigate Confusion translates what you can't explain Though lines are not the face, are your eyes not ashamed? Of past now
Here we are in the place where you grew up Where you spent so much time Where you plotted out your life These next few lines are a series of events. About
I write about it because it feels so bad Always complicating life despite my best laid plans I wasn't lied to when wide-eyed and young But I've become
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises all lies and jest Still
Coming on strong coming on strong I can feel the heartaches coming on strong I can feel the teardrops the pain and sorrow Ever since she's been gone they
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your
Some people say I'm a no count others say I'm no good But I'm just a natural born travelin' man I'm doin' what I think I should poor boy I'm doin' what
It's true you have me twisted around your finger it seems that's where I belong You know how to hold me to thrill me and control me Just enough to keep
Two broken hearts lonely looking like houses where nobody lives Two people each having so much pride inside neither side forgives The angry words spoken
And you're much more than a lover to me I like having you around Everybody loves one thing or another it's a natural thing to do But there's more to it
I look out on the grave of New York City And to see some children playing in the snow Central Park in winter should look pretty But New York ain't a place
Things I learned in hobo jungle were things they never taught me in a class room Like where to find a hand out while bummin' through Chicago in the afternoon
I didn't see no sense in me just sittin' here and draggin' out the pain There's nothin' you can say or do to ever make me want for you again You say I
