# 11 La Liga is my god wandering
LOVE COUNTS
You and me we saw some - some lived
and we've heard for good - the deadline set
as the sun slowly goes down behind
and you want that sun not be you
and so you picked up a cigarette - get busy
went as it should have - how could
how many crumbs left behind us our
or toast or toast to those who want
's
love has love has
know another way to scrub the dead?
nobody ever says if sooner or later, and maybe some god
has not finished with us
love has
you and me, we removed the cravings
each
his mistakes is a sin for those promises big
honest but we choose to have it a little in Company
this trip that does not it go away by
love matters - love
counts and counts the years who have never been ready
nobody ever says that it is easy
and maybe some god has not finished with you
thanks to a full time
thanks for you truer
thanks for the teeth
defects
the beating of joy
for our creativity
love has love has
know another way to scrub the dead?
if anyone ever says sooner or later if
and maybe some god has not finished with us
love has love has
shots as you know that the deck is short
no one ever says that it is easy
and maybe some god has not finished with you love has
I was given so long ago, thank you for being "the real me more ... The only thanks that I have ever received, just because it was one of those moments of nostalgia and deep affection (but temporary) that may giustifcare this behavior on his part.
Every time I hear it I remember that chat in chat rooms, and the songs "Love Counts" and "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5 ...
And time has passed.
The wounds are still open, unfortunately. And by the way all expressed by Liga. "The smell of sex", "is mightier than I," "Lost For Words", "I put it away," "You Are Not Alone", "some nights," " with at least I believe, "" is not the time for us, "" my thoughts "," I feel you ... All with a piece of my life there.
A BLOW THE SOUL
All these lights
all these voices
all these friends where are you?!
All this time
full of fragments and a few meetings
and you're not there ... All these radio
full of songs that have a name in
here who you are ..!
Do not you know to hide ... well
How many times have you gone
spend many times and each time is always a blow to the soul
This place
perhaps too
must have seen a failure
you're not there all those houses
full of people and among those
you with someone ... who are you?! All these waves
is ready to disappear just because you're at sea
not really hide you know ... How many times have you gone
spend many times and each time is always a blow to the soul many
sometimes missed you how many times would fail
a shot at the rim and a blow to the soul
How many times did you go
many times and each time you pass a thud
How many times have you no soul
miss you how many times a hit the rim and a blow to the soul the soul
The new single, which is from the album "Goodbye, Monster!", due out in May. The title worries me. The first thought that rises in mind to read it, is when I know that he and she called monster. The "monster" Liga which referenced are the ghosts that haunt us for life. I would say that the identification between me and the one mentioned by Liga is almost total.
Especially when I think of yesterday, yet another birthday passed as always as if you were in two separate tables, I celebrated boyfriend and girlfriend, and others, who were once my friends, who were my life, my comfort beyond the tedious hours of high school. No words. After all, I have given back his belongings, he has no reason to speak to me. I do not know what I expected, I believe nothing, or maybe more. Gratitude, a smile, even just a glance. Or simply not I wanted to see them. I did not want to see him and tell of their daily life, rabbit, dog, for two years when I knew that there were only from a distance. I did not want to see her, always on his heels, always with elegant clothes, bags, designer necklace that I wanted to buy me, that she had suffered all that I've wanted for years. I did not want him to flaunt his way of being, its being a pompous, arrogant and brash. Things that once fascinated me, but now can not bear even if we do not talk at the table and pretend that he's not there.
And today, after a post rather melancholy dinner in zapping video clips up to two, to cry seeing "Always" by Bon Jovi, our first real song, and think and think and think ... I find this song for the event. A blow to the soul. Because he really is every time. I still love him, how can I hate him, how can it myself irrelevant. But it is and always will be a blow to the soul every time I pass by. I do not know why. And sometimes I'm scared to find an answer ...
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