Blue eyes blue

I thought that you'd be loving me
i thought you were the one who'd stay forever
but now forever has come and gone
and i'm still here alone
'cause you were only playing
you were only playing with my heart
i was never waiting
i was never waiting for the tears to start
It was you who put the clouds around me
it was you who made the tears fall down
it was you who broke my heart in pieces
it was you, it was you who made my blue eyes blue
Oh, i never should've trusted you
I thought that i'd be all you need
in your eyes i thought i saw my heaven
and now my heaven's gone away
and i'm out in the cold
'cause you had me believing
you had me believing in a lie
guess i couldn't see it
guess i couldn't see it 'til i saw "good-bye"
It was you who put the clouds around me
it was you who made the tears fall down
it was you who broke my heart in peices
it was, it was you who made my blue eyes blue
Oh, i never should've trusted you
'cause you were only playing,
you were only playing with my heart.
i was never waiting, i was never waiting for the tears to start.
It was you who put the clouds around me.
it was you who, it was you who put those clouds around me.
it was you who made the tears fall down.
only you, who broke my heart in pieces.
it was you, it was you who made my blue eyes blue.
Oh, i never should've trusted you

Wise words

Paulo Coehlo:
. Cuando todos los días resultan iguales es porque el hombre ha dejado de percibir las cosas buenas que surgen en su vida cada vez que el sol cruza el cielo.
. Cuando crezcas, descubrirás que ya defendiste mentiras, te engañaste a ti mismo o sufriste por tonterías. Si eres un buen guerrero, no te culparás por ello, pero tampoco dejarás que tus errores se repitan.
. Cuando menos lo esperamos, la vida nos coloca delante un desafío que pone a prueba nuestro coraje y nuestra voluntad de cambio.
. Si me preguntas si me gusta tu compañia, la respuesta es si. Sin embargo, si quieres saber si puedo vivir sin ti, la respuesta tambien es si...
. Aquel que ya perdió algo que daba por hecho al final aprende que nada le pertenece.

Jorge Luis Borges:
. He sospechado alguna vez que la única cosa sin misterio es la felicidad, porque se justifica por sí sola
. Uno no es lo que es por lo que escribe, sino por lo que ha leído
. Yo no hablo de venganzas ni perdones, el olvido es la única venganza y el único perdón