porque sim...

porque fiquei viciada... porque há algumas músicas que estão sempre a martelar na minha cabeça, nos meus ouvidos, na minha garganta... porque houve a sensação, ao ouvir, de que tudo me era familiar. demasiado familiar.
porque são os meus lindinhos... porque as letras falam dos lindinhos deles... e dos meus... porque sim.

aqui vai mais uma musiquinha...


ain't nobody's love that can help me
ain't nobody's love that can help me
ain't nobody's love that can help me
the way you could answer my questions
the way you could show your repentance,
now that i've wasted my time, now i know more is less...
i guess i'll choose the logic way.
next time, you'lll have time to think why L O V E
is a hard (hard) thing to keep
a hard (hard) thing to keep,
you'll understand what i'm saying.
ain't nobody's love that can help me
ain't nobody's love that can help me
ain't nobody's love that can help me

i want to know how you're bringing me so down.

so try not regain my attention
because it's late for your useless redemption.
i've wasted all my life and now my heart is a mess.
i guess i'll choose the tragic way,
and then i'll have time to think why (foolish) L O V E
is such a hard (hard) thing to keep,
a hard (hard) thing to keep.

ain't nobody's love that can help me
ain't nobody's love that can help me
ain't nobody's love that can help me.

[the gift, 11.33]