Ho scritto questo testo qualche tempo fa, esattamente il 5 maggio 2006.
Poche persone a me molto care hanno già letto questo testo (che non è una canzone,ma potrebbe diventarlo); non mi sono sentita in grado di pubblicarlo fino ad oggi.
E' abbastanza tetro, e non so se riesco a farvi capire bene i miei di allora sentimenti.
Quel che posso dirvi è che adesso tutto è terminato, non sono più così irritante e irritabile.
L'amore ha varie forme. Quando muore, fuoco e fiamme.

Consiglio di leggerla ascoltando The Hunt di Tommy Emmanuel

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=359432783798221239&q=tommy+emmanuel




I'm coming to a head and grieving
this sad situation
is getting every second more absurd than ever

I'm buildin' a coffin-shaped sanctuarium
for receivin my own feelings
and let them unavailable.

That's what's hurting me
and I really don't know what it is
It's just that I really loved you
and now I regret, my dear, I regret
but you are not the same to me
so special to me.

You're no more that innocent pray
I use to pray to forgive my faults and sins
pray of innocence and pain coloured in white
robed in white, without power.


That's what is hurting me
and I really don't know what it is
It's just that I really really loved you
and now I regret, my dear, and I apologize,
but you can't be the same to me
so special to me.


You're more 'n' more that aloof squire
and the gleam in my eyes wouldn't shine anymore.
I withstand every disappointing action of your being
just to show you that I'm stronger than ever.

So, that's what's hurting me
and I really don't know what it is
It's just that I once really loved you
but you turned off the light.
So I regret my dear, and I apologize,
but you are not the same to me
You won't be the same to everybody, when they'll wake up.