2 versiuni ..aceeasi poveste

Intotdeauna exista o parte de adevar in orice poveste de dragoste. Fiecare arunca vorbe si da vina pe celalalt, insa amandoi sufera in egala masura.
Candva aceste vorbe puse pe melodie au insemnat ceva pentru mine si m-au ”urmarit” (sa zicem) in acea vreme. Insa a existat o vreme cand aceste vorbe au insemnat ceva si pentru el. As vrea sa cred ca amandoi am invatzat ceva.Fiecare moment si intamplare a adus o schimbare in mine si a lasat si o rana care in cazul meu nu se va inchide niciodata.
Stiu doar sa iert, nu si sa uit.
Oare nu cu totii trecem prin aceste intamplari? Nu ni se intamplari tuturor sa ranim si/sau sa sa fim raniti?
Insa daca tot raul e spre bine…atunci asa sa fie. Desi uneori ei au tendinta de a dramatiza mai mult scapandu-le insa esentialul: efectul are o cauza.

HIS STORY

You see I dont Know why
I like you so much
I gave you all of my trust
I told you I loved you
Now thats all down the drain
You put me through pain
I wanna let you know
Just (how) I feel Fuck what I said, It dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents, might as well throw them out
Fuck all those kisses, it didn’t mean jack
Fuck you, you ho
I don’t want you back You thought, you could
Keep this shit from me (yeah)
You’re burnt, bitch,
I heard the story
You played me
You even gave him head
Now ya askin’ for me back
You’re just another hack
Look elsewhere ‘Cause you’re done with me

You thought, you could
Keep this shit from me (yeah)
You’re burnt, bitch,
I heard the story
You played me
You even gave him head
Now ya askin’ for me back
You’re just another hack
Look elsewhere ‘Cause you’re done with me

HER STORY

You know there are two sides to every story
You see I dont know why
You crying like a bitch
Talkin’ shit like a snitch
Why you write a song ’bout me
If you really didnt care
You wouldn’t wanna share
Tellin’ everybody just (how) you feelFuck what I did was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin’ it didn’t mean jack
Well guess what yo, fuck you right back
You thought you could really make me moan
I had better sex all alone (ha ha ha ha)
I had to turn to your friend
Now you want me to come back
You must be smokin’ crack
Im goin’ else where and thats a factYou questioned did I care
Maybe I would have
If you woulda gone down there
Now it’s over
But I do admit I’m glad
I didn’t catch your crabs
I can’t sweat thad
Cos I got to go

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