City Of Angels

Iris

Goo Goo Dolls

Composição: Johnny Rzeznik

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

Growing up

Não é loucura, nem "frescura".  Infelizmente é comum que sejamos interpretados como simples fraqueza. O melhor jeito para conviver com isso seria compreender pelo que a pessoa passou; fazendo com que essa pessoa saiba que você entende o que se passa com ela, isso irá tranquilizá-la, trazendo bem-estar, pois é bem difícil se ter uma "amigo" sem que se conheça o problema. Pois os que sofrem são ótimas companhias, devido a sua sensibilidade apurada, pois uma experiência ruim algumas vezes frutifica seu crescimento interior. E sempre mantenha essa pessoa normalmente convivendo com suas atividades, percebendo as suas limitações e não "forçando nenhuma barra". Aos poucos a vida volta ao normal.

What do they know?

Love is a Universal emotion, the goal we all seek, the prize that can make our lives complete and whole. Love is both timeless and, in too many instances, transient. 

We all believe, if only because we must, that love can be found. Some of us - maybe most of us - have discovered it can also be lost.

Sometimes, tears say all that can be said, and understanding comes only with time.

I face the world with a smile, no one knows what is hid inside.

They see only happiness, they cant see the tears I've cried.

When I am alone I hurt, because here I do it well.
In front of all the watchful eyes my heaven turns to hell.

The judge and jury awaits me, everyone has a say.

In a life that hangs suspended for yet another day.

Who are they to judge if what I have done is right or wrong?

In the end I gave him up, but inside still sing his song.

I don't know how to find the strength I thought I had.

If only I could play tough it wouldn't be so bad.

They say that life goes on and someday I'll smile again.

But, how do they know my pain without being where I've been?

I've traveled so far from home, and can't find my way back.

Somewhere along the way I must have jumped the track.

I wish i could see him today and feel if his smile is still the same.

He looked at me so sweetly, but will never spoke my name.

I wonder if he remembers me, It hasn't been that long.

He may have forgotten me, but I still sing his song.