Back to Black

À mais ou menos 3 anos algo me fez sofrer tanto, que metaforicamente falando sentia dor na alma.
Na sexta feira ouvindo no som do carro uma música da Amy Winehouse ouvi a descrição exata do que senti naquele momento.
Hoje essa dor já passou, mas divido com vocês o que eu gostaria de ter falado a alguém nesse tempo passado.

He left no time to regret

Kept his dick wet with his same old safe bet

Me and my head high

And my tears dry, get on without my guy

You went back to what you knew

So far removed from all that we went through

And I tread a troubled track

My odds are stacked, I'll go back to black

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to

I go back to us

I love you much

It's not enough, you love blow and I love puff

And life is like a pipe

And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to

Black.