Looking at old things, I found a poem
on a napkin, almost erased
they were only one line, it was my handwriting
I was dedicated to the woman I love
The verses were sad and badly achieved
but they were a reflection of those years
the most terrible years that have happened to me
and while I was reading them I was drowning in tears
(chorus)
I do not get used to it, I do not get used to it
still at bedtime I remember
and when I wake up love, I tremble with fear
to discover that I was only in my dream
I do not get used to it, I do not get used to it
I did a thousand things to start over
I stopped frequenting friends in common
but I feel that I am imprisoned at that time.
Looking at old things, I found a picture
in it she looked, kissing my eyes
I would like to close them now and feel the same
after so much time, today I ask little
(bis choir)
'I DO NOT ACOSTUMBRO NOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU'
like crazy I did a thousand things
to start over
I tried a thousand routes all give to you
I do not get used to it, do not live without you
no no no, do not forget
your memory in my memory
and as I want it I leave it there
I do not get used to it, do not live without you
and I repeat that I can not get used to
that I would not wake up in the morning
and that you were with me here
I can not, I can not
I do not know how to live without you
is that when love
it feels that way so inside
it becomes a hell to the heart
I do not get used to it, do not live without you
This loneliness is finishing me, it is killing me
and in the silence I miss your voice
I do not get used to it, do not live without you
I AM NOT FREE PORQ M SIENTO
Q I AM DAMNING AT THAT TIME.
joa_caro
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