jueves, 11 de marzo de 2010

Wounded

Wounded - G.C.


Lost and broken,
Hopeless and lonely.
Smiling on the outside,
and hurt beneath my skin.

My eyes are fading,
My soul is bleeding.
I'll try to make it seem okay,
But my faith is wearing thin.

So help me heal these wounds,
They've been open for way too long.
Help me  f i l l   t h i s   h o l e ,
Even though this is not your fault,

That I'm open,
And I'm bleeding,
All over your brand new rug.
And I need someone to help me sew them up.

I only wanted a magazine,
I only wanted a movie screen,
I only wanted the life I'd read about and dreamed.
And now my mind is an open book,
And now my heart is an open wound,
And now my life is an open soul for all to see.

But help me heal these wounds,
They've been open for way too long.
Help me    f i l l    t h i s   h o l e ,
Even though this is not your fault,

That I'm open
and I'm bleeding,
All over your brand new rug.
And  I  n e e d   s o m e o n e    t o   h e l p    m e ,
So you come along,
I push you away,
Then kick and scream for you to stay.



'Cuz I need someone to help me,
Oh I need someone to help me,
To help me heal these wounds,
They've been open for way too long.
Help me  f i l l   t h i s   h o l e ,
Even though this is not your fault,



That I'm open,
And I'm bleeding,
All over your brand new rug.
And I need someone to help me sew them,
I need someone to help me fill them,
I need someone to help me close them up.




Tal vez les paresca algo triste la canción, porque de hecho, lo es.. pero por alguna extraña razon a mi me encanta.
Si la quieren leer traduccida -> http://www.songstraducidas.com/letratraducida-Wounded_4228.htm

No tengo nada interesantes para contarles, ni para escrbirles. El dia se me hizo larguisimo, & recien es la una. Tengo sueño, estoy cansada.  A pesar de dormir muchas horas el cansancio no se fue.
Me mato el dia de ayer a decir verdad.. Salir a las 4 & pico del colegio, corriendo para el club, danza, Gimnacia Artistica, que me fue horrible porque la noche anterior habia dormirdo unas cuatro horas con suerte.
Sale el souples,  deforme por el cansancio . Pero sale :)


Ayudame a cerrar estas heridas,  Llevan habiertas mucho tiempo, ayudame a llenar mi alma, incluso cuando no es tu culpa