All The Times I Cried

You don't come around no more like you used to do
Oh God I miss your company
Your innocence you know just like
Yeah like it used to be
And how I need you here with me

You just kept on asking why
Never wanting to really try

Cause all the times I've cried
All this pain I've tried to hide
What am I supposed to dream
When nothings ever what it seems

The pain it drifts from day to day
And it makes think
That how I wish it would subside
To smile again all the fears be gone
Find my self respect
There's nothing done with that effect

You just kept on asking why
Never wanting to really try

Cause all the times I've cried
All this pain I've tried to hide
What am I supposed to dream
When nothings ever what it seems

Oh....
You never were the one
Oh....
You never were the one

Cause all the times I've cried
All this pain I've tried to hide
What am I supposed to dream
When nothings ever what it seems

Cause all the times I've cried
All this pain I've tried to hide
What am I supposed to dream
When nothings ever what it seems

Sharleen Spiteri, 2008

Ausência

Tenho saudades, muitas saudades do que vivemos, mas mais ainda daquilo que não vivemos...

É um sentimento que fere pela ausência de recordações, sabes? É uma dor que me corrói a alma e me frustra. Mais do que recordar o que o passámos juntos, custa-me constatar quão pouco aproveitámos, quão pouco fizemos para que resultasse. Foste tu? Fui eu? Fomos os dois? Talvez ninguém tenha culpa. Afinal, ninguém escolhe quem ama...

Quero continuar. Digo a mim mesma que tudo acontece (ou não) por uma razão, que o nosso momento chegará (com ou sem o outro), que ao menos a amizade perdurará... Tento ser forte, mas a verdade é que me sinto mais fraca do que nunca.

Vazio

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I Know Him So Well

Nothing is so good it lasts eternally
Perfect situations must go wrong
But this has never yet prevented me
Wanting far too much for far too long.
Looking back I could have played it differently
Won a few more moments who can tell
But it took time to understand the man
Now at least I know I know him well

Wasn't it good?
Wasn't he fine?
Isn't it madness
He can't be mine?

Oh so good
Oh so fine

(...)

But in the end he needs
A little bit more than me
More security

(...)

No one in your life is with you constantly
No one is completely on your side
And though I move my world to be with him
Still the gap between us is too wide.

Looking back I could
Have played things
Some other way

Looking back I could
Have played it
Differently

Learned about the man
Before I fell
I was just a little
Careless maybe
But I was
Ever so much
Younger then

(...)

Wasn't it good?
Wasn't he fine?
Isn't it madness
He won't be mine?

Didn't I know
How it would go?
If I knew from the start
Why am I falling apart?

Wasn't it good?
Wasn't he fine?
Isn't it madness
He won't be mine?

(...)


Elaine Paige & Barbara Dickson - 1985

Saudade

Por que fugiste, ó tempo?
Correste veloz como o vento
E neste desalento me deixaste.

É de perda o meu sentimento
E dolorosa a angústia de não ter o que vivi.
Maior ainda é a saudade de ti, que foste um dia meu,
Pois se um dia foste meu, logo te perdi.