segunda-feira, 28 de janeiro de 2008

What Have "I" done?

Would you mind if I hurt you?
Understand that I need to
Wish that I had other choices
than to harm the one I love

What have you done now!

I know I'd better stop trying
You know that there's no denying
I won't show mercy on you now
I know, should stop believing
I know, there's no retrieving
It's over now, what have you done?
What have you done now!

I, I've been waiting for someone like you
But now you are slipping away ...
ohWhy, why does fate make us suffer?
There's a curse between us, between me and you

What have you done! What have you done!
What have you done! What have you done!
What have you done now!
What have you done! What have you done!
What have you done! What have you done!
What have you done now!

Would you mind if I killed you?
Would you mind if I tried to?
Cause you have turned into my worst enemy
You carry hate that I don't feel
It's over now
What you done?
What have you done now!

I, I've been waiting for someone like you
But now you are slipping away...oh
What have you done now!
Why, why does fate make us suffer?
There's a curse between us, between me and you

What have you done! What have you done!
What have you done! What have you done!
What have you done now!
What have you done! What have you done!
What have you done! What have you done!
What have you done now!
What have you done now, What have you done?...

I will not fall, won't let it go
We will be free when it ends

Surpresa. Somente isso. Nenhuma outra palavra poderia definir melhor o que senti ao ler a letra desta música, "What have you done?", por Within Temptation. Creio que nenhuma outra música poema ou qualquer outra coisa que eu mesma pudesse vir a escrever pudesses descrever tão bem o estado em que minha mente se encontra. Os pensamentos que a povoam, as histórias que a preenchem, as perguntas que ecoam...
Os Cavaleiros do Zodíaco não passaram da Saga do Santuário para mim e para ela. E os cabelos onde eu enrolava meus dedos lentamente tornam-se brancos. E o coração que batia lentamente sob meu rosto agora bate longe do meu.
E hoje, meus atos sempre machucam aqueles que eu amo. Mesmo quando tento fazer algo certo, acaba falhando. Acabo fazendo do jeito errado. Acabo machucando.
E a culpa de tudo agora recai sobre mim. O título dessa música é o que eu mais tenho escutado. E apesar de todas as acusações, não me revolto. Sei que as mereço. Sei que não se importarão se eu tentar matá-la. Menos ainda se ei conseguir...

Um comentário:

Nightingale Poe disse...

Triste.

=/

Fica assim não flor.

Passa.