Too much love will kill you...

I'm just the pieces of the man I used to be
Too many bitter tears are raining down on me
I'm far away from home
And I've been facing this alone for much too long

Oh, I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me
About growing up and what a struggle it would be
In my tangled state of mind
I've been looking back to find where I went wrong

Too much love will kill you
If you can't make up your mind
Torn between the lover and the love you leave behind
You're headed for disaster 'cos you never read the signs
Too much love will kill you every time

I'm just the shadow of the man I used to be
And it seems like there's no way out of this for me
I used to bring you sunshine
Now all I ever do is bring you down, oh
How would it be if you were standing in my shoes
Can't you see that it's impossible to choose
No there's no making sense of it
Every way I go I'm bound to lose, oh yeah

Too much love will kill you
Just as sure as none at all
It'll drain the power that's in you
Make you plead and scream and crawl
And the pain will make you crazy
You're the victim of your crime
Too much love will kill you every time

Yeah too much love will kill you
It'll make your life a lie
Yes too much love will kill you
And you won't understand why
You'd give your life you'd sell your soul
But here it comes again
Too much love will kill you
In the end
In the end.

 

 

Feelings

Suddenly you feel it, you feel that "something", that no one knows what exactly is, starts to break inside you. It starts to burn, you can feel how your skin hurts when it tries to escape from you, but it's a losing game. Your heart is broken, there's nothing to do when you realize you should have done something to save it. And now, what can I do now?

Now, dear, there's only pain.

Needing

You only want that thing you're missing too much, and so deeply in your heart a part of you is calling it to come home. Because that's not the type of missing you get when you feel a physical or just a superficial needing, it's the type of needing you feel when you get afraid of being alone at your own, the needing that you feel when you know it's not ok anymore if he's not by your side. The feeling of being alone, even when you're crowded by a lot of people. The feeling of being nothing, that you're not the same person, that you're just a void space in this fucking world if he's not with you.

And now, I confess... That's what I feel for you, that's the type of needing. I miss you every second I'm not with you. I don't love you because I need you, I need you because I love you, and I'm sure you will never know how I feel inside when you kiss me, when you touch me, when you smile, when you look me, when you say "Goodbye, little"... and just every detail, every piece of love you send to me it's like I can touch heaven for a second, it's like... like I can forget all the things that sorround me in my life.

It may kill me, but I want it to be true...

Watch me burn.

Todo se pierde, todo desaparece. Parece que empieza a hacer frío, tengo mucho frío. Tú también lo sientes, lo sé, quiero que lo sientas. Parece que mi corazón ya no quiere reaccionar, está cómodo en su cuenco, en mi pecho, en mis entrañas. Ya no hay esperanza, ¿me ayudarás a vivir? no, eso también lo sé, y me resigno. Ya no hace falta que te pregunte si te quedarás un ratito conmigo, sé que no. Sé que tu respuesta siempre será no, excepto cuando te pregunte si quieres marcharte. 

Adiós, entonces. Marcharé yo también, o quizás me quede para contemplar como te vas, quizás simplemente me quede con los ojos cerrados, fumándome mi soledad a pedacitos, para que dure más. Me fumaré mi dolor también, quizás nuestro ya antiguo amor si al final lo dejas conmigo. ¿Me moriré de sobredosis? quién sabe, puede ser que un cáncer de pulmón no sea tan doloroso. Estoy segura, quiero morir, quiero ser joven eternamente. 

¿Oh, es una nana eso que escucho, una nana de verdad?, sí, méceme mientras naufrago, acarícia mis memorias mientras marchito. Miénteme, mátame, o no, mejor, amame... mierda ¡me olvidaba! eso ya no es posible. Entonces vete, ya está, puedo yo sola.

Vuela hasta lo más alto del cielo y dime adiós, para siempre, adiós.