Nothing Ever Hurt Like You

Loving you was easy
Playing by the rules
But you said love tastes so much better when it's cruel
To you everything was just a game
And oh yeah you played me good
But I want you, I want you, I want you so much more than I should
Yes I do
I got my hands out to take your aim
Yeah I'm ready
There's nothing now, we can't go through
Oh and hit me like a steel frame train
When you left me
And love will ever hurt like you
Nothing never hurt like you
I was naieve and wide-eyed
But you made me see
That you don't get to taste the honey without the sting of the bee
No you don't
Oh yes you stung me good
Oh yeah you dug in deep
But I take it, I take it, I take it 'till I'm down on my knees, on my knees
I got my hands up to take your aim
Yeah I'm ready
There aint nothing that I won't do
Walk a thousand miles on broken glass
It won't stop me
From make my way back to you
It's not real until
You feel the pain
And nothing ever hurt like you
Nothing ever hurt like you
Oh nothing hurt like you
You got to believe me
Oh everything was just a game
Yes you played me good
But I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you
Oh I got my hands up to take your ring
Yes I'm ready
There aint nothing that we can't go through
Oh and hit me like a hurricane
When you left me
But I'd do it all again for you
I'd would walk a thousand miles on broken glass
It won't stop me
From making my way back to you
It's not real until
You feel the pain
And nothing ever hurt like you
Nothing ever hurt like you
Nothing in the whole wide world
Nothing nothing nothing ever hurt like you
Not you, like you
Not like you
Ever hurt like you, you you
Na na na, du du du
Nothing eever hurt like you

 

James Morrison

BLOQUEIO

Acho que estou em crise, idéias surgem aos montes, mas a expiração trava após a décima linha, não sei o que há, não sei o porquê as palavras não querem sair. Por aqui sempre procuro expor minhas experiências, questionamentos, dores e desejos, e ao tentar escrever esses novos textos nada sai, é como se alguém dissesse pra mim “Isso não vai sair daqui de dentro” confesso que até tenho medo, o porquê deste bloqueio repentino não sei, alias não tão repentino. Se juntasse todas as dez linhas que já escrevi e apaguei daria um livro.

Será que nem em palavras conseguimos fazer o que queremos? E quando iremos poder fazer o que queremos? Quando teremos uma liberdade liberada? Voar, a como seria bom voar. Meu coração não se cansa de ter esperança de ser o que quer.