Happiness, it's been no friend to me
But 'forever after' ain't what it's all cracked up to be
Yeah I had a taste, you were my fantasy
But I almost lost my faith when I hit reality
I don't need no guru to tell me what to do
When you're feeling like a headline on yesterday's news
Come on, come on, come on
Give me something for the pain
Give me something for the blues
Give me something for the pain when
I feel like I'm danglin' on a hangman's noose
Give me something for the rain
Give me something I can use
To get me through the night
Make me feel all right
Something like you
Come on, come on, come on
Loneliness has found a home in me
My suitcase and guitar are my only family
I've tried to need someone like they needed me
I opened up my heart but all I did was bleed
I don't need no lover just to get screwed
They don't make no bandage that's gonna cover my bruise
Come on, come on, come on
Give me something for the pain
Give me something for the blues
Give me something for the pain when
I feel like I'm danglin' on a hangman's noose
Give me something for the rain
Give me something I can use
To get me through the night
Make me feel all right
Something like you
Come on, come on, come on
Pull me under, run through my veins
To a place where I feel no pain (Help I'm falling)
Be the pillow under my head
Cover me when I'm in your bed (Night is calling)
Take me higher than I've ever been
Take me down and back again (Feels like I'm flying)
Come to me, be my disguise
Open your coat, let me crawl inside (Christ I'm dying)
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Give me something for the pain
Give me something for the blues
Give me something for the pain when
I feel like I'm danglin' on a hangman's noose
Give me something for the rain
Give me something I can use
To get me through the night
Make me feel all right,
Something like you
Este blog não possui nenhuma afiliação social, empregatícia, financeira ou política a não ser comigo mesmo. As opiniões expressas aqui refletem meu ponto de vista sobre assuntos aleatórios e nada mais. Comentários são mais do que bem vindos, são encorajados, positivos ou não. Até prefiro comentários oposicionistas, afinal um mundo que pensa igual é desprovido de inovação. Portanto, sinta-se em casa. Espero que ler minhas verborréias esporádicas traga-lhe o mesmo prazer que tenho produzindo-as.
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P.S. Algumas vezes algo que eu quero expressar não pode ser dito (apenas) com palavras, então vai parar em meu fotolog ao invés de aqui. Confira-o de vez em quando.
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Não vou pensar que o Bonjovi você lembrou de mim, porque já me ralei ca Shakira! hehehehe
(1 semana non-smoke!)
Beijossss
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