Aun es mía

En el juego de las relaciones -porque es un juego macabro, como la película- siempre hay música de por medio. "Esta canción es para ti" una mirada dulce, una sonrisa nímia y ¡poom! se establece esa vaina de las "canciones de nosotros". De esa forma tan insospechada, he perdido muchas canciones muy valiosas para mí.

Es una forma ciertamente cruel de tajarte un pedacito de ti. Al menos a mí me pasa, la lírica es algo que ligo mucho a mí, a mi vida.

Ahora con el fin del Él y yo, reviso las canciones que posiblemente he perdido y me siento feliz. Camino a casa escuché "She will be loved" y no me dolió ¡Genial! Eso significa que sigue siendo mía, sigo poseyéndola tontamente y me la quedaré por un buen tiempo más.

¿Qué hay de Sunday Morning? Sí, recuerdo que lo escribí una vez Con Sunday Morning te conocí. espero siga estando de mi lado, no quisiera que la letra, la melodía y todo lo bello que la engloba, se vuelva en mi contra. No, no quisiera. No obstante, no tengo el valor como para probar si no me lastima. Es un miedo insensato quizás, pero miedo al fin y al cabo.

OHH Ahí viene... ¡Cantaré!

Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore

It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along, yeah
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

Please don't try so hard to say goodbye
Please don't try so hard to say goodbye

Yeah
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Try so hard to say goodbye


¡Sí! ¡Aún eres mía!