I met a man I didn’t know that asked me ‘how are you doing’. Should’ve just said fine cause it’s all he wanted to hear, but for reasons unknown in a sorrowful tone I said ‘Man it’s been a hell of a year and I don’t really know where I’m going and I might just be hanging around… If life’s shades of gray, then I guess you could say that I’ve been waiting for a break in the clouds’
I hate to see you cry laying there in that position, there’s things you need to hear, so turn off your tears and listen
Pain throws you heart to the ground, love turns the whole thing around. No, it won’t all go the way it should, but I know the heart of life is good.
You know it’s nothing new, bad news never had good timing, but then the circle of your friends will defend the silver lining
My grandaddy was a player, pretty boy in a pair of gators. I met him later on, the only dad I’d ever know, but pretty soon he’d be gone too… Hide my face, hide my face, can’t let ‘em see me crying, cause these boys didn’t have no fathers neither and they weren’t crying,… my friend said it wasn’t so bad, you can’t miss what you ain’t had,… well I can and I’m sad
I try to go some months without a call… I mean, I’m an attractive guy and all, I could find something in the club or something in the mall, but those girls didn’t matter and this money isn’t distracting me much at all…
girl, i love you, still.
I’m in love with you. Yeah, it’s that bad. You’re so beautiful to me.
Shut up, let me tell you, let me.
Every time I look at your face, or even remember it, it wrecks me. And the way you are with me, and you’re just fun and you shit all over me and you make fun of me and you’re real.
I don’t have enough time in any day, to think about you enough. I feel like I’m gonna live a thousand years cause that’s how long it’s gonna take me to have one thought about you, which is that I’m crazy about you.
I don’t wanna be with anybody else. I don’t. I really don’t. I don’t think about women anymore. I think about you.
I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train. We were on this train and you were holding my hand. That’s the whole dream, you were holding my hand and I felt you holding my hand. I woke up and I couldn’t believe it wasn’t real.
I’m sick in love with you. It’s like a condition, it’s like polio. I feel like I’m gonna die if i can’t be with you and I can’t be with you, so I’m gonna die and I don’t care cause I was brought into existence to know you, and that’s enough.
Slušala je moje srce, naslonivši mi glavu na grudi, kao mali indijanac na zemlju. Pomilovao sam je po kosi, i poljubio joj prstice, smirene na mom desnom ramenu.
- “Radi li?” Klimnula je glavom, i to je bio prvi pokret koji je ucinila posle nekog vremena.
- “Znam da radi, mila. Dobro je to srce. Malo kasni, ali kucka tu i tamo. A narocito kucka tu. U tvojoj sobi…”
poslao sam joj kišu…nemojte se ljutiti vi koji ste joj blizu pa ste pokisli… ona stvarno voli kišu, a ja volim kad je sretna…
Ma ne… Nikad ja nju nisam ni volio,
mislim da je čak nisam ni poznavao..
osim što sam jako dobro znao sve njene navike,
čudne riječi koje koristi i svaki milimetar njenog savršenog tijela.
Ma ne, nikad ja nju nisam volio.
Čak ni sanjao o njoj.
Pa da, sa njom je svaki moj san postao stvarnost..
A to što ja nju nisam volio…
o tome se da pričati, još kako..
Prestani da brišeš prašinu sa starih slika. Sad bi vec mogla da napraviš i neku novu uspomenu…