"I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin', cause I let you
Do what you do, down on me"
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin', cause I let you
Do what you do, down on me"
Cryin' - Aerosmith
that's hurts when you know she's your cinderella and you're not prince charming
it's a pain in the heart when you know someone stabbed her from the back
that's a shame that you know about it and can't do anything about it
i'm sure you'll be broken when you know, she sees you as nothing
yeah it's been a while since i feel this feelings
this is not a poem or something i wrote about everyday
this is a story about man, that think he's important
but somehow realized that he's nothing
there's a time that a man loved his lover very much
but her lover just using him as a substitution
he know it, but he can't do anything about it
he feels pain inside, but he can't help falling in love
and when the girl falls to agony by her lover, she's broken inside
the man knows that, and try to comfort her
all he can do is talk talk and talk his mind
talk all in his head, all the useless thing came up he's mind
he knows another girl care for him, feel his pain
even if he know that, he's persistent
she's been reaching to his heart, make it good
built a shelter of trust inside his burning heart
the man knows that, he knows all about it
but his eyes blinded by fire of love
he doesn't see everyone besides that girl
and let the possible got away, take the impossible
he's possessed, he hear nothing else
except moan and cries all over the place
he kneel down by his feet, and pray
so God give him strength to survive
this story ain't over, coz he's still living on it'
and in anytime at a moment, he'll end it
on the crimson day he'll pour everything in his head
even knowing that he'll failed, he's just plain stubborn
well i'm saving this ending till next event
just thinking, when the day has come, bloody red crimson day
as the red wine pouring to his cup
his tears become blood, paint his coffin
Kamis, 2010 January 07
