My interpretation

You talk about life, you talk about death,
And everything in between,
Like it's nothing, and the words are easy.
You talk about me, and you talk about you,
And everything I do,
Like it's something, that needs repeating.
I don't need an alibi or for you to realize,
The things we left unsaid,
Are only taking space up in our head.
Make it my fault, win the game
Point the finger, place the blame
It does me up and down,
It doesn't matter now.

'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't, don't make sense.

The first two weeks turn into ten,
I hold my breath and wonder when it'll happen,
Does it really matter?
If half of what you said is true,
And half of what I didn't do could be different,
Would it make it better?
If we forget the things we know.
Would we have somewhere to go?
The only way is down, I can see that now.

'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't, don't make sense.

It's really not such a sacrifice

'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't, don't make sense.

And it don't have to make no sense to you at all,
'Cause this is my interpretation, yeah, yeah, yeah.


Bueno, aquí os dejo una canción del cantante de moda, Mika, a quién algunos califican como el nuevo Freddy Mercury (bueno, como Freddy no hay nadie, es único, pero hay que reconocer que el chico lo hace muy bien); esta canción la conocí gracias a mi prima Andy, y es casualidad que hoy justo la haya estado oyendo y hayamos estado hablando de Mika en la uni, porque la verdad es que hoy la letra me viene al pelo. En fin, ni si quiera me voy a molestar en comentar lo que ha pasado hoy, porque es tan surrealista que ni yo lo entiendo... Mejor ni pensar en eso y dar las gracias a los que habeis estado ahi para hacerme tener más ganas de volver para veros, y weno, en general por estar ahí siempre: Maria, Gema, Rubén (eseeeee peazo de cumple conjunto que vamos a celebrar en dos semanas!!:D), Paula... Sobre todo a Pauli, por estos dos dias en los que prácticamente hemos vivido juntas, esas 4 horas de hablar sin parar (es que dos meses y medio sin vernos es mucho!), y especialmente por esos consejos que tanto me han ayudado después de días de comerme la cabeza... Y ahora te has ido otra vez:( Weno, seguiré tus consejos al pie de la letra, actuar, hacer que las cosas avancen, porque si no no merece la pena seguir con algo que en el fondo no va a ninguna parte... En fin, tampoco tengo ganas de hablar de eso ahora, porque aunque he tenido tarde mejores, la mañana ha estado muy bien, con el madrugón incluído... Nada más por hoy.
Adewwwwwwww!