Topic: broken dream boulevard
Some years ago I was depressed
until I saw you and became obsessed
maybe you were there, right time right place
but never did I forget your face
You spoke to me, I didn't know why
because depressed you feel more reasons to cry
You saw what's happening to me
the problem was, I didn't see
you tried to help, support, I didn't know
I just thought, no, again another show
But slowly I crawled up, and start to think, it's really you
helping me, give a kiss, whispering I love you
I was still so unsure, about those feelings deep in me
did I love you, do I love you and will I love you I couldn't see
watching the future was nothing for me, but day by day, that was my life
did I need you, do I need you, shall I need you to be my wife
you helped me out, you put me back on the ground
but I runned back into my work, neglecting you without 1 sound
I still don't know if this was love, real love, I'll think I'll never know
just because some other problems, running away, I even don't know how
So this feelings, were they deep inside me, was I honest enough to tell
again i draw a circle without an end, I fooled you, and me, couldn't you smell
the perfume of love, coming from deep in me, was it there, will it be there
communication breakdown as result of both or lives, work, work work it seems
was all that matters, me ending again on the boulevard of the broken dreams.
So this are more or less the lyrics, I am using now see previous topic.
As I told, English is NOT my mother tongue, so please HELP ME, give CRITICS, GOOD or BAD, but at least tell me the reason, or maybe better, I really should appreciate if you think that corrections are needed, if the structure is not good. The story is actual a real story. I had all my papers to move to South Africa, and I was really depressed, I still tell to some people: moving to South Africa was like committing suicide, except for the fact that I knew how beautiful life could be, but the intention was to "blow away all the bridges here in my country", just telephone my daughter, and mother that I was there, followed by a period of silence, to put my life back on the tracks, and only keeping contact when the time was there. But that girl came (at first sight) on the right time, we were 7 years together, but I worked hard and late, she worked from 06.00 and returned at 22.00-23.00 and the only time we spend together was on holiday. That's the reason why I doubt about "is there love", and running away, again, using my work as umbrella, she never had time to be with me 1 lousy weekend a month, followed of course by a communication breakdown. The only thing she loved was even not her work, but the $$$$ she earned, and that was a lot.
- MY GUITAR PLAYS EVERY STYLE = BLUES, ROCK, METAL, so I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO PLAY IT.
[color=blue]Civilization began the first time an angry person cast a word instead of a rock.[/color]