PROdo's world... or something ^^

Interesantno je kako kad je meni najgore nikoga nema...
dok ja svima ponavljam... samo mi posaljite SMS kad me trebate...
valjda zato jer ja se nikome ne javljam... *shrug*
evo jedna pjesma koja iskazuje kako se osjecam i kako cu se osjecat nocas, sutra i mozda i preksutra... nije TOLIKO lose ko u pjesmi... al nije bas super :o)



In a little while from now
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
(mozda stvarno nesto poduzmem ako se ne razvedrim uskoro)
And climbing to the top will throw myself off
(ok... necu TOLIKO pretjerat hehe)
In an effort to make it clear to whoever
What it's like when you're shattered
(mislim da vecina to zna... i ubit se nece promjenit pogled ljudi na svijet...)
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying: "My God, that's tough"
"She stood him up"
"No point in us remaining"
"We may as well go home"
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally
(yes... people do that... always see what they want to see...)

To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
(HEY! I WAS NOT GAY! hihi)
Looking forward to, who wouldn't do?
The role I was about to play?
(istina...)
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
(couldn't have said it better myself... zivot ima tu naviku da to napravi... i mi imamo naviku da zaboravimo da se MORAMO borit dalje... za sebe... za druge... nije bitno... uvijek postoji vise razloga nego ostat lezat...)
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God in His mercy
Who, if He really does exist,
Why did He desert me?
(dal postoji? i dal je kriv ON ako postoji? on nije kriv za zlo... nikad...)
In my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally
(that's how it almost happend... back then... that day...)

It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?
(nothing... can we do anything anyway? toliko slomljenih srca sam zacijelio... no jesam li ih stvarno zacijelio... i zasto ne mogu nac ljepilo da moje ponovo spojim bar nekako...)


Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
(Cesto se to dogadja... i slicne stvari... sudbina? bozja volja? vrazje djelo? puka slucajnost?)
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
(in the end... it's the things that you do... and not the things that you say that count... that leaves me with what again?)
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally
(... ... ...)

Laka vam ljudi... sutra oko 11 sati... vjerojatno cu taman gledat u banci u 5 ljudi koji stoje u redu... sa njihovim banalnim zahtjevima... suzdrzavat se od mentalnog breakdowna... da bi nesto kasnije odlago dokumente i pokupio se doma... na dugi... dugi... vikend... ... ... sam... ... ...