Sometimes I wonder where I’ve been
Who I am
Do I fit in.
Make believin’ is hard alone,
Out here on my own
We’re always provin’ who we are
Always reachin’ for the risin’ star
To guide me far
And shine me home
Out here on my own
When I’m down and feelin’ blue
I close my eyes so I can be with you
Oh, baby, be strong for me
Baby, belong to me
Help me through
Help me need you
Until the morning sun appears
Making light of all my fears
I dry the tears
I’ve never shown
Out here on my own
When I’m down and feelin’ blue
I close my eyes so I can be with you
Oh, baby, be strong for me
Baby, belong to me
Help me through
Help me need you
Sometimes I wonder where I’ve been
Who I am
Do I fit in
I may not win
But I can’t be thrown
Out here on my own
On my own
how apt it is, after watching Fame, and having the lyrics constantly ring in my head;
even more so after the revelation of what I always knew would happen. one day.
I guess I’ve been living in denial for too long.
I just didn’t know it was going to be today.
I guess I was wrong when I said you didn’t make me feel anymore.
The girl works at the store sweet Jane St. Clair
Was dazzled by her smile while I shopped there
It wasn’t long before I lived with her
I sang her songs while she dyed her hair.
Jane, divided, but I cant decide what side I’m on
Jane decided only cowards stay, while traitors run
Jane, Jane.
I’d bring her gold and frankincense and myrrh
She thought that I was making fun of her
She made me feel I was fourteen again
That’s why she thinks its cooler if wed just stay friends
Jane doesn’t think a man could ever be faithful
Jane isnt giving me a chance to be shameful
Jane, Jane.
I wrote a letter, she should have got it yesterday
That life could be better by being together
Is what I cannot explain to Jane
The girl works at the store, sweet Jane St. Clair
Was dazzled by her smile while I shoplift there
No promises as vague as heaven
No Juliana next to my Evan
Jane, desired by the people at the school and work
Jane is tired, cause every man becomes a lovesick jerk
Jane, Jane.
happiness, because of what I could be.
yet;
sadness, because of what I am not.
why,
can i no longer
find the me,
who wanted to
hold your hand,
who wanted to
hear you say
the words,
you once said,
before.
could it be
perhaps,
that
i am
no longer,
me,
anymore?
Avião sem asa, fogueira sem brasa
Sou eu assim sem você
Futebol sem bola. Piu-Piu sem Frajola
Sou eu assim sem você
Por que é que tem que ser assim?
Se o meu desejo não tem fim
Eu te quero a todo instante
Nem mil alto-falantes
Vão poder falar por mim
Amor sem beijinho,
Buchecha sem Claudinho
Sou eu assim sem você
Circo sem palhaço, namoro sem amasso
Sou eu assim sem você
To louca pra te ver chegar
To louca pra te ter nas mãos
Deitar no teu abraço, retomar o pedaço
Que falta no meu coração
Eu não existo longe de você
E a solidão é o meu pior castigo
Eu conto as horas pra poder te ver
Mas o relógio tá de mal comigo Porque?
Neném sem chupeta, Romeu sem Julieta
Sou eu assim sem você
Carro sem estrada, queijo sem goiabada
Sou eu assim sem você
Por que é que tem que ser assim?
Se o meu desejo não tem fim
Eu te quero a todo instante
Nem mil alto-falantes
Vão poder falar por mim
Eu não existo longe de você
E a solidão é o meu pior castigo
Eu conto as horas pra poder te ver
Mas o relógio tá de mal comigo Porque?
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English Translation – I Stay Like This Without You
A plane without a wing,
Bonfire without ashes,
It’s me like this, without you
Soccer without a ball,
Tweety without Sylvester,
It’s me like this, without you.
Why does it have to be like this?
If my desire had no end,
I want you every moment.
Not even a thousand loudspeakers,
Would be able to talk instead of me.
Love without little kisses,
Buchecha without Claudinho,
It’s me like this without you,
A circus without clown,
Commitment without making out,
It’s me like this, without you.
I’m crazy to see you arrive,
I’m crazy to have you in my hands,
Lay in your hug, take back the part,
That is missing in my heart.
I do not exist far from you,
And loneliness is my worst punishment,
I count the hours to see you,
But the clock it seems to be upset with me.
Why?
A baby without his pacifier,
Romeo without Juliet,
It’s me like this, without you.
A car without a roadway,
Cheese without goiabada,
It’s me like this, without you
Why does it have to be like this?
If my desire had no end,
I want you every moment,
Not even a thousand loudspeakers,
Would be able to talk instead of me.
I do not exist far from you,
And loneliness is my worst punishment,
I count the hours to see you,
But the clock it seems to be upset with me.
Why?
and could this be the end?
but how could it be the end, if it never really started?
I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired.
The Valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth.
And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say come dance with me
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn’t all it seems
At seventeen.
A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said, “Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve.”
The rich-relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly.
Remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debentures of quality
And dubious integrity.
Their small town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received
At seventeen.
To those of us who know the pain
Of Valentines that never came,
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball.
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me.
We all play the game and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say, come dance with me
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me
At seventeen.
If you wanted out, all you had to do was tell me, instead of letting me try to figure you out. And this has been nothing less than a constant heartbreak — tormenting, torturous…
How many times can one heart be broken by one single person?
I never needed to know — it must be time to walk away.
In the still of the night, away from the prying eyes, you took my hand in yours as we walked down lonely streets.
I let myself get lost for a moment as I embraced the feeling of how our fingers interlocked — your fingers fitting the spaces between mine so perfectly, so comfortably…
And I knew that it might be a long time again, if ever at all, that I would be able to relish such an infinite different emotions from just a single simple gesture — to be oblivious to Negativity who seems to habitually creep up on me in the midst of my sporadic states of delirium.
In that still of the night, away from the prying eyes; –
It was, just you, and I; finally allowing the echoing silence to induce our deprived complacency.
– In that brief juncture, I felt like you were mine.
But really, what IS real?
Especially after you’ve said that with me,
it never is.
I love you.
But if you are simply a mere figment of my imagination, perhaps then, I really need to let you go.
