est ce que ça vous arrive d'avoir des périodes de durées différentes, 1 heure à quelques semaines, où vous vous sentez mal dans votre peau, rien ne vous fais plaissir, vous perdez le goût de tout, plus rien ne vous motive , vous baissez les bras devant tout et n'importe quoi ! avez vous déjà réfléchi à ce qui pourrait provoquer ça ? aviez vous rouvé des réponses
--->avez vous déjà réfléchi à ce qui pourrait provoquer ça ?
It’s a heartache, nothing but a heartache Hits you when it’s too late, hits you when you’re down It’s a fools’ game, nothing but a fool’s game Standing in the cold rain, feeling like a clown
It’s a heartache, nothing but a heartache Love him ’till your arms break, then he’ll let you down It ain’t right with love to share When you find he doesn’t care for you It ain’t wise to need someone as much as I depended on you
Oh, it’s heartache, nothing but a heartache Hits you when it’s too late, hits you when you’re down It’s a fool’s game, nothing but a fool’s game Standing in the cold rain, feeling like a clown
It ain’t right with love to share When you find he doesn’t care for you It ain’t wise to need someone as much as I depended on you Oh, it’s a heartache, nothing but a heartache You love him ’till your arms break, then he’ll let you down It’s a fool’s game, nothing but a fool’s game Standing in the cold rain, feeling like a clown
(ronnie scott/ steve wolfe) Producers for bonnie: david mackay, ronnie scott, steve wolfe
oui chouchou ça arrive à tt le monde je pense, un coup de bambou, fatigue ou baisse de tension, mank de vitamine ou mank de soleil tt simplement kom ça arrive bcp en hiver,mais ça passe vite
My eyes seek reality My fingers seek my veins There's a dog at your back step He must come in from the rain I fall 'cause I let go The net below has rot away So my eyes seek reality And my fingers seek my veins
The trash fire is warm But nowhere safe from the storm And I can't bear to see What I've let me be So wicked and worn
So as I write to you Of what is done and to do Maybe you'll understand And won't cry for this man 'Cause low man is due
Please forgive me
My eyes seek reality My fingers feel for faith Touch clean with a dirty hand I touched the clean to the waste
The trash fire is warm But nowhere safe from the storm And I can't bear to see What I've let me be So wicked and worn
So as I write to you, yeah Of what is done and to do, yeah Maybe you'll understand And won't cry for this man 'Cause low man is due
Please forgive me Please forgive me Please forgive me
So low the sky is all I see All I want from you is forgive me So you bring this poor dog in from the rain Though he just wants right back out again
And I cry to the alleyway Confess all to the rain But I lie, lie straight to the mirror The one I've broken to match my face
The trash fire is warm But nowhere safe from the storm And I can't bear to see What I've let me be So wicked and worn
So as I write to you, yeah Of what is done and to do, yeah Maybe you'll understand And won't cry for this man 'Cause low man is due
Please forgive me Please forgive me
So low the sky is all I see All I want from you is forgive me So you bring this poor dog in from the rain Though he just wants right back out again
el 3aKel a écrit: ------------------------------------------------------- > c'est plein dechose, mais aucune aui soit vraiment > concrète, c'est un tout; je crois
bon ben viens sur paris jte ferais faire une visite guidée et jvé te remonter le moral, apres jferais un rapport detaillé à NM lol
je vais compléter ta liste el 3akel: -on n'a envie de rien -on broie du noir toute la journée -on se met en boule pour des détails -on a l'impression que rien n'est comme on le voudrait -on a l'impression que personne (et surtout nos parents) ne nous comprends -on voudrait ne jamais avoir existé -on se trouve moche -on n'a plus d'appétit -on a l'impression que tout le monde est heureux sauf nous
Mama Said/ metallica ================================ Mama she has taught me well Told me when I was young Son, your life's an open book Don't close it fore it's done The brightest flame burns quickest Is what I heard they say A son's heart's owned to mother But I must find my way
*Let my heart go Let your son grow Mama let my heart go Or let this heart be still
Rebel my new last name Wild blood in my veins Apron strings around my neck The mark that still remains Left home at an early age Of what I heard was wrong I never asked forgiveness But what I said is done
[* Repeat]
**Never I ask you But never I gave But you gave me your emptiness I now take to my grave Never I ask of you But never I gave But you gave me your emptiness I now take to my grave So let this heart be still
Mama now I'm coming home I'm not all you wished of me But a mother's love for her son Unspoken, Help me be I took your love for granted And all the things you said to me I need your arms to welcome me But a cold stone's all I see
[* Repeat]
Let my heart go Mama let my heart go You never let my heart go So let this heart be still
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