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If I can't even get a glimpse of the one I want, I don't want no participation awards,
My soul is heading closer and closer to yours, but my body can only go backwards.
Packed my heart in a box of matches just for you
But someone set it on fire and I gave you just ashes
You just laughed and sent me back via express mail.
Packed my love in a pressure cooker just for you
But someone made it explode and it all blew away
Then, they explained me why I always fail:
It's easy.
And it's true.
Because I love you.
If I can't even get a second of that feeling, I don't want no sweets and random hugs,
I am sitting, painting the word "impossible" in black on ten thousand cracked mugs.
A bad fighter as I am, I'm always knocked down
And someone's always there to spit on me again
You're someplace else, on a shining star's tail.
A bad optimist as I am, I always end up frown
And someone made my wounds bleed again
Then, they explained me why I always fail:
It's easy.
And it's true.
Because I love you.
My soul is heading closer and closer to yours, but my body can only go backwards.
Packed my heart in a box of matches just for you
But someone set it on fire and I gave you just ashes
You just laughed and sent me back via express mail.
Packed my love in a pressure cooker just for you
But someone made it explode and it all blew away
Then, they explained me why I always fail:
It's easy.
And it's true.
Because I love you.
If I can't even get a second of that feeling, I don't want no sweets and random hugs,
I am sitting, painting the word "impossible" in black on ten thousand cracked mugs.
A bad fighter as I am, I'm always knocked down
And someone's always there to spit on me again
You're someplace else, on a shining star's tail.
A bad optimist as I am, I always end up frown
And someone made my wounds bleed again
Then, they explained me why I always fail:
It's easy.
And it's true.
Because I love you.
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Written on 04th June 2005. The title of the poem is not a joke at all. It's one of the rare poems I really wrote in English first and which I wrote by typing it rather than taking a piece of pen and paper. So, as I didn't know how to name it, I randomly hit a couple of keys and that's how 5645reg.txt saw the light of the day. It really IS the poem's name.
Napisano 04. juna 2005. Ime pesme uopšte nije zavitlavanje. Ovo je jedna od retkih pesama koju sam prvo napisala na engleskom i koju sam kucala umesto da se poslužim olovkom i papirom. I, pošto nisam znala kako da je nazovem, prešla sam prstima preko slučajno izabranih dugmića na tastaturi, i tako se rodila 5645reg.txt. To je istinsko ime ove pesme. Moje pesme su na DA do daljnjeg dostupne samo na engleskom, kako bih ih zaštitila, žao mi je.
Napisano 04. juna 2005. Ime pesme uopšte nije zavitlavanje. Ovo je jedna od retkih pesama koju sam prvo napisala na engleskom i koju sam kucala umesto da se poslužim olovkom i papirom. I, pošto nisam znala kako da je nazovem, prešla sam prstima preko slučajno izabranih dugmića na tastaturi, i tako se rodila 5645reg.txt. To je istinsko ime ove pesme. Moje pesme su na DA do daljnjeg dostupne samo na engleskom, kako bih ih zaštitila, žao mi je.
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