Inkku

Ja, idag är det min spam-bloggdag. Så klaga inte. Så är det när man har brist på saker att göra. Gissa vad jag tänker på helatiden. Men gissa då! Jamen, precis. Hjärtan ♥
Visst dom är jättefina och så tänker jag bara på bilder som jag vill hitta någonstans. Sånhärn, bildsökardag .__.
Dessutom kan jag inte bomba alla mina blogginlägg med bilder heller, vad tycker du? Är det finare med massor med bilder eller bara text? Det är upp till dig att välja. Men whatever. Nu ska jag iallafall sätta lite fina bilder på hjärtan här dårå.

Visst är bilden fin? Det tycker jag. En massa olika hjärtan som man drunknar i, plus att bakgrunden har en verkligt härlig färg. Men mest är jag förtjust i hjärtorna (hur man nu sen böjer hjärta vet jag inte, så dålig på språk som jag är) Men nu ska vi iallafall skriva en liten låttext som påminner om ganska många minnen. Hoppas ni kommer att gilla texten.
Texten jag kommer att skriva hit är från en artist som kallar sig för Cascada antar jag. Men låten heter What Hurts The Most. Jag gillar texten till låten väldigt mycket, så jag hoppas att du gillar den också.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away

And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' it
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still harder, getting up, getting dressed, living with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away

And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away

And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away

And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do




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