In my secret life
C’est difficile de suivre le vent …
C’est difficile de comprendre les mots qui font les si longues phrases …
C’est difficile d’entendre le bruit de la raison …
C’est difficile de compter les battements du Coeur …
C’est silencieux et bruyant à la fois …
C’est le sourire éclatant et la larme engloutie …
C’est toi et moi …
Il ne faut surtout pas s’alarmer … tout va bien … je reviens peu à peu, quelques lignes qui résument un peu ce que je vais essayer de détailler (peut-être ou plus ou moins) dans les jours, semaines à venir …
Cela sous entend il que tu as trouvé quelqu’un ?
Voici la réponse … je reste fidele a moi meme, bien evidemment …
Let me hold you for the last time
It’s the last chance to feel again
But you broke me, now I can’t feel anything
When I love you and so untrue
I can’t even convince myself
When I’m speaking it’s the voice of someone else
Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it’s not enough
To make it all okay
You can’t play our broken strings
You can’t feel anything
That your heart don’t want to feel
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real
Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
Oh, what are we doing?
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there’s nothing left to say
It’s like chasing the very last train
When it’s too late, too late
Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it’s not enough
To make it all okay
You can’t play our broken strings
You can’t feel anything
That your heart don’t want to feel
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real
Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
But we’re running through the fire
When there’s nothing left to say
It’s like chasing the very last train
When we both know it’s too late, too late
You can’t play our broken strings
You can’t feel anything
That your heart don’t want to feel
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real
Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
So how can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
Oh, you know that I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It’s the last chance to feel again
(Paroles – Broken Strings, James Morrison)