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Published on 12:37, 01/31,2017

Možda sam te želio.

Možda sam bio ranjen boreći se za ljubav.

Možda sam programiran da budem ostavljen.

Možda svijet nije ništa drugo do vizija jednog čovjeka. (Moja nije sigurno.)

Možda iskrivljena realnost grubo nam uzima mladost.

Možda ne pričamo lažno kad se vidimo.

Možda sam te osramotio, zamišljen buljeći u budućnost. Strahujući od nje.

Možda sad baš negdje smije nam se neko naš.

Možda nisam shvatio da me čuvaš od sebe.

Možda je sve divno, ali ja sam sociopata bez rozih naočala.

Možda uživam biti nesretan.... depresivan.

Možda si djevica.

Možda voliš žene.

Možda smo prerasli ljubav. Okraćala je vremenom.

Previše je tu možda...previše varijabli za sreću.

Previše loših odluka.

Biću neshvaćen i osamljen.

Biću neželjen.

Biću ostavljen.

Biću okićen kišom.

Biću svoj na svom.


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Published on 13:46, 01/17,2017

            Mogao bih napisati najtužniju pjesmu.

Mogao bih, čemu?

Život će uvijek imati tragičniju temu.

Mogao bih u njoj kleti Boga, sudbinu.

Ne vidim svrhu toga.

Nisu sretni ni oni što se u nebo vinu.

Trpiću, ovaj putem mi je dat s razlogom.

Šta drugo se može?

Imam samo komad neba koji mi je dom.

Frank Sinatra- Killing Me Softly


I heard she sang a good song, I heard she had a style.
And so I came to see her and listen for a while.
And there she was this young girl, a stranger to my eyes.

Strumming my pain with her fingers,
singing my life with her words,
killing me softly with her song,
killing me softly with her song,
telling my whole life with her words,
killing me softly with her song

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt she found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that she would finish but she just kept right on.

Strumming my pain with her fingers,
singing my life with her words,
killing me softly with her song,
killing me softly with her song,
telling my whole life with her words,
killing me softly with her song


She sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair
and then she looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
But she just came to singing, singing clear and strong.


Strumming my pain with her fingers,
singing my life with her words,
killing me softly with her song,
killing me softly with her song,
telling my whole life with her words,
killing me softly with her song