Porque há dias em que as palavras se prendem à garganta... e as palavras dos outros se colam aos nossos lábios na perfeição.
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You’re probably on your flight back to your hometown
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
Be with myself in center, clarity, peace, serenity
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It’s personal, myself and I
We got some straightening out to do
And I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I’ve got to get a move on with my life
It’s time to be a big girl now
And big girls don’t cry,
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry
The path that I’m walking, I must go alone
I must take the baby steps till I’m full grown, full grown
Fairy tales don’t always have a happy ending do they
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It’s personal, myself and I
We got some straightening out to do
And I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I’ve got to get a move on with my life
It’s time to be a big girl now
And big girls don’t cry
Like a little school mate in the school yard
We’ll play jacks and uno cards
I’ll be your best friend and you’ll be mine
Valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
’cause I wanna hold yours too
We’ll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But it’s time for me to go home
It’s getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself in center, clarity, peace, serenity
Big girls don't cry..
Monday, April 21, 2008 | 1 Comments
1 comentários:
Big boys do.
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