The Last Thing

Georgfanth di jun 24, 2008 9:34 pm

Dit verhaal heb ik na aanleiding van het lied ‘Tears Don’t Fall’ van Bullet For My Valentine geschreven.

Ik denk aan onze ruzie en kijk naar je...

With bloodshot eyes, I watch you sleeping
the warmth I feel beside ME is slowly fading
would she hear me, if I called her name
would she hold me, if she knew my shame

Steeds vaker is het zo ik schaam me voor dat ik zo tegen je doe alleen ik kan er niks aan doen.

There's always something different going wrong
the path I walk is in the wrong direction
there's always someone fucking hanging on
can anybody help me make things better

Ik voel me steeds slechter en slechter we hebben alleen maar ruzie. Ik zie je bijna alleen maar huilen en dat doet me pijn.

TEARS!!
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home

We hebben bijna geen leuke dingen meer nog even en het is afgelopen.

The moments died, I hear no screaming
the visions left inside me are slowly fading
would she hear me, if I called her name
would she hold me, if she knew my shame

There's always something different going wrong
the path I walk is in the wrong direction
theres always someone fucking hanging on
can anybody help me make things better

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home

Ik kijk om me heen er zitten nog natte vlekken op de muur van de stuk gegooide vaas. De dingen tussen ons kunnen niet meer vergeven worden.

This battered room I've seen before
the broken bones they heal no more, no more
with my last breath I'm choking
will this ever end, I'm hoping
my world is over one more time
Het is beter als ik weg ga van jou dan kan ik je geen pijn meer doen.

Let’s go

Ik stap uit het huis. Ik hoor je wakker worden. Ik weet wat je doet. Je zoekt me, maar ik kom niet meer terug. Ik kan nu alleen nog aan je denken...

Would she hear me, if I called her name
Would she hold me if she knew my shame

There's always something different going wrong
the path I walk is in the wrong direction
theres always someone fucking hanging on
can anybody help me make things better

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home