Adele-ouvindo hoje, muito

Cold Shoulder

You say it's all in my head
And the things I think
Just don't make sense
So where you been, then?
Don't go all coy
Don't turn it round on me
Like it's my faultSee I can see
That look in your eyesThe one that shoots me
Each and every time

You grace me
With your cold shoulder
Whenever you look at me
I wish I was her
You shower me with words
Made of knives
Whenever you look at meI wish I was her

These days, when I see you
You make it look
Like I'm sight-through
Do tell me why You waste our time
When your heartAin't in it
And you're not satisfiedYou know
I knowJust how you feel
I'm starting to find myself
Feeling that way too

You grace me
With your cold shoulder
Whenever you look at me
I wish I was her
You shower me with words
Made of knives
Whenever you look at meI wish I was her


Time and time again
I play the role of fool(Just for you)
Even in the daylight
When you came in(I don't see you)
Try to look for things
I hearBut our eyes never find'
Though I do know how you play

You grace me
With your cold shoulder
Whenever you look at me
I wish I was her
You shower me with words
Made of knives
Whenever you look at meI wish I was her

queria escrever um conto...

Confusa. Ambivalente. Angustiada.
Essas palavras poderiam me descrever. Mas eu não sei por que estaria assim. Talvez, exatamente, por não estar entendo muito bem tantos pensamentos, e sentimentos, que passam pela minha mente.
Talvez por desejar reverter algumas coisas que são irreversíveis. Por não ter dado passos que dei, ou dito coisas que disse. E que podem ter machucado pessoas, que claramente, não são aquilo que me pareceram em algum momento.
Explicar isso, ou entender, é o que não estaria, ainda, claro nem para mim... precisaria bem mais que um post. Precisaria de uma conto.

Preparação para Eric

Sem vontade de escrever... mas com muitas músicas em mente!
Eric Clapton e Sheryl Crow - Little Wing