De Pie
Lynda
On Your Feet
When you left
I was left with your heartbeat,
you took the guitar
and even my balance,
when you left
you ripped out my senses,
you forgot the pajamas
and where I live,
I also left
with you, with you...
When you left
it was hard to forget you,
the dog missed you,
the friends and my mother,
when you left
it was almost unbearable,
my therapy consisted of hating you,
I always lacked the air, the air.
Little by little I forgot you
between anger and pain,
my heart changed its skin,
I have nothing to fear,
and you see it.
What's there is what you see,
I hold no grudge against you,
I'm not the same as yesterday,
I have nothing to fear.
I'm still on my feet, look at me...
I'm on my feet, I'm on my feet...
When you left
sometimes fear would overcome me,
like Magdalene
I cried for you in silence,
when you left
I started to break inside,
it pissed me off so much to see myself breathless,
it was a slow feeling, so slow...
Little by little...
