What is it, anyway?

Posted: January 20, 2009 in Life|Love|Souls|Conspiracies, Lyrics from soul

I have seen peace. I have seen pain,
Resting on the shoulders of your name.
Do you see the truth through all their lies?
Do you see the world through troubled eyes?
And if you want to talk about it anymore,
Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder,
I’m a friend.

I have seen birth. I have seen death.
Lived to see a lover’s final breath.
Do you see my guilt? Should I feel fright?
Is the fire of hesitation burning bright?
And if you want to talk about it once again,
On you I depend. I’ll cry on your shoulder.
You’re a friend.

You and I have lived through many things.
I’ll hold on to your heart.
I wouldn’t cry for anything,
But don’t go tearing your life apart.

I have seen fear. I have seen faith.
Seen the look of anger on your face.
And if you want to talk about what will be,
Come and sit with me, and cry on my shoulder,
I’m a friend.
And if you want to talk about it anymore,
Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder,
Once again
Cry on my shoulder,
I’m a friend

lagu dari James Blunt.

Ntah knapa,lagu itu terngiang-ngiang trus di kepala gwe akhir2 ini.tepatnya mungkin dari kemaren.

I have this boy..Kind of boyfriend

he’s good,we’re good.Understood each other,kind of always-there-when-needed

Somehow,he got a problem.

Then,,,what is it anyway?what is this feeling?

I feel what he feels,n suddenly,,i really,really this sad

is it symphaty?emphaty?or…something more than that?

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ok, i love you.

i mean, you’re my friend,n i love you.enough,just bcoz you’re my friend!

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