La tortura

I’m not asking that every day be sunny
I’m not asking that there be a party every Friday
Nor do I ask you to come back begging forgiveness
If you’re crying with dry eyes,
Speaking about her

Oh my love, it hurts so much
It hurts so much
That you left without saying a word
Oh my love, losing you was torture

I know I haven’t been a saint
But I can make it up to you

Man doesn’t live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses

We only learn from mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours

Better save that for yourself
Take that bone to some other dog
And let’s say goodbye

I can’t ask winter to spare a rose bush
I can’t ask an elm tree to bear pears
I can’t ask the eternal of a mere mortal
And go about casting thousands of pearls before swine

Oh my love, it hurts so much
It hurts so much
That you no longer trust my promises
Oh my love, losing you has been torture

I know I haven’t been a saint
And I’m not made of stone

Man doesn’t live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses

We only learn from our mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours

Better save that for yourself
Take that bone to some other dog
And let’s say goodbye

Listen, baby, don’t you go
Listen, baby, don’t get angry
From Monday to Friday you have my love
Give Saturday to me and you’ll be better off
Listen baby, don’t punish me anymore
Without you, out there I have no peace
I’m just a repentant man
I’m the bird that returns to its nest

I know I haven’t been a saint
And I’m not made of stone

Man doesn’t live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses

We only learn from our mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours

Better save it for someone foolish enough to believe you and say Goodbye

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Oh after all I’ve done for you
It was such a torture to lose you
It hurts me so that it’s like this
Keep on crying sorry
I…
I’m not going
To cry over you

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So now that everyone Knows the song..Well you know the meaning of my inspiration maybe a little more hopefully.

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My torture

Bring me to my knees,

when I am weeping out my lies,

Bring me to the point of reconcilation when I cling to my demise..

I want to cry out,scream I love you really

But how can I love someone that never can fully get me

And I scream it is torture the way you bring me to my knees

when I want to scratch everyones eyes out

When I want to deliver all of those I dispise

How can you bring me a smile from the depths of my hell

How can you make this dark girl swoon

how can you..

You say when I rise and fall

When the heat passes over you

It is pure torture

But no torture is what you do every day

To this heart of mine..

But you dont even know it

I will never say it.

As we play our sweet games of touch and go.

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I wrote that this afternoon. I have not been feeling that well. But i had inspiration listening to Shakira. and watching the back of my eyelids.

So bless Shakira she is fucking awesome.

Guess what? I am going to church…

My parents want me to. I would rather go diving into a pool filled with razor blades,but i love them and Well I alsways do things I hate for ppl I love. Blech.

Siarai