Sad Beautiful Tragic

'Long hand written note deep in your pocket
Words, how little they mean when you’re a little too late
I stood right by the tracks, your face in a locket
Good girls, hopeful they'll be and long they will wait

We had a beautiful, magic love affair
What a sad, beautiful, tragic love affair

In dreams, I meet you in warm conversation
We both wake in lonely beds, different cities
And time is taking its sweet time erasing you
And you got your demons and darling, they all look like me

We had a beautiful, magic love affair
What a sad, beautiful, tragic love affair

Distance, timing, break down, fighting, silence
The train runs off its tracks
Kiss me, try to fix it. Could you just try to listen?
Hang up, give up
For the life of us, we just can’t get back

A beautiful magic love affair
What a sad beautiful tragic, beautiful tragic, beautiful

What we had, a beautiful magic love affair
What a sad beautiful tragic love affair

We had a beautiful magic love affair
What a sad beautiful tragic love affair'

                                                                    -Sad Beautiful Tragic, Taylor Swift-

The Fighter

'Just waking up in the morning with the beat well

Quite honest with ya I ain’t really sleep well

Ya ever feel like your train a thoughts been derailed?

That’s when you press on, Lee nails

Half the population’s just waitin to see me fail

Yeah right, you’re better off trying to freeze hell

Some of us do it for the females

And others do it for the retails

But I do it for the kids, life’s tough, time to head on

Everytime you fall it’s only making your chin strong

And I be in your quarter like mid, baby, til the end

Or when you hear this song from that big lady

Until the referee rings the bell

Until both your eyes start to swell

Until the crowd goes home

What we gonna do ya’ll?

Give em hell, turn their heads

Gonna live life til we’re dead

Give me scars, give me pain

Then just save me, save me, save me

There goes a fighter

There goes a fighter

Here comes a fighter

That’s what they’ll say to me, say to me

Say to me, this one’s a fighter

You need to block the last thirty rounds

There’s no reason you should ever have your head down

Six foot five, two hundred and twenty pounds

Hailing from rock bottom, loserville, nothing town

Text book version of the kid going nowhere fast

And now I’m yelling kiss my ass

It’s gonna take a couple right hooks a few left jabs

For you to recognize that you really ain’t got it bad

Until the referee rings the bell

Until both your eyes start to swell

Until the crowd goes home

What we gonna do ya’ll?

Give em hell, turn their heads

Gonna live life til we’re dead

Give me scars, give me pain

Then just save me, save me, save me

There goes a fighter

There goes a fighter

Here comes a fighter

That’s what they’ll say to me, say to me

Say to me, this one’s a fighter 

What we gonna do?

What we gonna do?

What we gonna do?

What we gonna do? Y’all

What we gonna do?

What we gonna do?

What we gonna do? Y’all

You know what we gonna do

If you fall pick yourself up off the floor (get up)

And when your bones can’t take no more

Just remember what you’re here for

Cuz I know imma damn sure

Give em hell, turn their heads

Gonna live life til we’re dead

Give me scars, give me pain

Then just save me, save me, save me

There goes a fighter

There goes a fighter

Here comes a fighter

That’s what they’ll say to me, say to me

Say to me, this one’s a fighter

Till the referee rings the bell

Till both ya eyes start to swell

Till the crowd goes home

What we gonna do kid?'

-The Fighter, Gym Class Heroes ft. Ryan Tedder-

                                                    

Lies

'You're never gonna love me, 

So what's the use? 

What's the point in playing,

A game you're gonna lose?

What's the point of saying,

You love me like a friend?

What's the point of saying,

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It's never gonna end?...

You're too proud to say that you've made a mistake,

You're a coward to the end,

I don't wanna admit, but we're not gonna fit,

No, I'm not the type that you like,

Why don't we just pretend?...

Lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know 

I can't let you go, can't let you go,

I just want it to be perfect,

To believe it's all been worth a fight,

Lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know ...

You only ever touch me,

In the dark,

Only if we're drinking,

Can you see my spark,

And only in the evening,

Could you give yourself to me,

Cause the night is your woman,

And she'll set you free...

You're too proud to say that you've made a mistake,

You're a coward to the end,

I don't wanna admit, but we're not gonna fit,

No, I'm not the type that you like,

Why don't we just pretend?

Lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know,

I can't let you go, can't let you go,

I just want it to be perfect,

To believe it's all been worth a fight,

Lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know ...

Lies...

Lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know,

I can't let you go, can't let you go,

I just want it to be perfect,

To believe it's all been worth a fight,

Lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know ...'

-Lies, Marina and The Diamonds-

1999

'Hasta aquí llegó el ritual

de enfados y canibalismo estúpido.

Son demasiadas horas en vela

y nada que decir.

Descansamos nuestra espalda

en las persianas bien cerradas,

tú y yo anémicos

y a cada parpadeo calmado

intentamos dormir.

Terapias mal llevadas sin nadie

que mediara por dos histéricos,

mis gritos envasados al vacío

reventaron al fin.

Y ahora congelo cada instante

sabiendo de antemano

que son los últimos

la noche en que el noventa y nueve

llegó hasta abril.

Ya no hay ganas de seguir el show,

ni de continuar fingiendo,

sólo quiero ser espectador,

relax, entertainment.

Me pregunto quién pensó el guión,

debe estar bastante enfermo,

fue el estreno de un gran director,

le caerán mil premios.

Y al subir al taxi

mis palabras son vapor de cristal

y me dejo el alma

cuando escribo en la ventana:

"que sea cierto el jamás".

¡Oh, cállate!

Y ahora relájate,

ella lo lleva bien,

está aliviada, ¿ves?,

todo ha acabado bien.

Te dice: fíjate,

mira mis manos, ¿ves?,

no pesan nada, ¿ves?,

están flotando ¿ves?.

Putas ganas de seguir el show

ni de continuar mintiendo

y en un travelling algo veloz

sale un "fin" en negro.

Me pregunto quién pensó el guión,

debe estar bastante enfermo,

fue el estreno de un gran director,

le caerán mil premios.

Y a medias del viaje,

callo a gritos

que no quieras bajar.

Y pierdo la conciencia

cuando escucho como dices:

"que sea cierto el jamás".

¡Oh, muérete!'

-1999, Love of Lesbian-