Недавно услышала песню Anymore, в исполнении Эмми Россум (это Критстин из Призрака оперы). Слушаю, и пряма-таки грусть берет...что-то цепляет...
А вот и сам текст песни)When she was younger
Stood staring at the door
Waiting for the day that she knew would surely come
Tied bows in her hair
Dressed as she thought you'd like
But as time ticked away
Promises fade one by one
And now she's all grown
Made it through on her own
Now strong enough to see
That you've been where you want to be
No longer dying inside
I will not let you define
Everything I am by one thing that I don't have
Cause I'm more than that
I will not be made to hide
These tears won't fall for you this time
I will not be ashamed
Of my name
Anymore
Sometimes she wonders
Imagines what you're like
The emptiness inside that made you miss her life
The ocean's widen
With all your silence
Leaves the daydreams behind
Childish fantisies unwind
And now she knows
You're not coming home
Take the bows from her hair
She's been waiting twenty years
No longer dying inside
I will not let you define
Everything I am by one thing that I don't have
Cause I'm more than that
I will not be made to hide
These tears won't fall for you this time
I will not be ashamed
Of my name
Anymore
No longer dying inside
I will not let you define
Everything I am by one thing that I don't have
Cause I'm more than that
I will not be made to hide
These tears won't fall for you this time
I will not be ashamed
Of my name
Anymore
I will not
I will not
I will not
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
I will not
Anymore
Кое-что, навевающее на определенные мысли и размышления...
Недавно услышала песню Anymore, в исполнении Эмми Россум (это Критстин из Призрака оперы). Слушаю, и пряма-таки грусть берет...что-то цепляет...
А вот и сам текст песни)
А вот и сам текст песни)