when a woman's fed up

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DIciKDEA_5U


"When A Woman's Fed Up"

I'm standing here looking in the mirror
Saying "damn" to myself
I should have known the day would come
That she would find somebody else
And all the things I took her through
Shit, I shouldn't have lasted this long
Now I'm at this telephone booth calling Tyrone

[1] - Cuz when a woman's fed up
(No matter how you beg, no)
It ain't nothing you can do about it
(Nothing you can do about it)
It's like running out of love
(No matter what you say, no)
And then it's too late to talk about it
(Too late to talk about it)

Now let's talk about how it all goes down
I used to make love to you daily
When the night fell the same
And anytime that you were hurt
I could feel your pain
And if I had a dollar It was yours, yeah
And whenever we would go out
I would front the bill
But now the up is down
And the silence is sound
I hurt you too too many times
Now I can't come around

[1] - Cuz when a woman's fed up
(No matter how you beg, no)
It ain't nothing you can do about it
(Nothing you can do about it)
It's like running out of love
(No matter what you say, no)
And then it's too late to talk about it
(Too late to talk about it)

La da da da da la la da daLa da da da da la la da da
If you don't want to find out the hard way
Then listen to this song while the record plays

[1] - Cuz when a woman's fed up
(No matter how you beg, no)
It ain't nothing you can do about it
(Nothing you can do about it)
It's like running out of love
(No matter what you say, no)
And then it's too late to talk about it
(Too late to talk about it)


You can cry a river 'Till an ocean starts to form, yeah
But she will always remember
Cuz she's a woman scorned
And if you ever get her back
It will never be the same
She's cuttin' the corners of her eyes
Every time she see your face
Now your trust is out the door
She don't want you no more
You used to tell your boys, not me
And she would always be there for you
If you had took the time to see
What that woman meant to you
Is what the mirror said to me, whoa

She was raised in Illinois
Right outside of Chicago
Some of the best cookin' you ever had
Yes, it was and I miss her

Hey woman, if you're listeningI said I miss you baby

How could!?!?!?!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jnFKa8iuwHU&feature=related

"The One I Gave My Heart To"

How Could The One I Gave My Heart To, Break My Heart So Bad?
How Could The One Who Made Me Happy, Make Me Feel So Sad?
Wont Somebody Tell Me? So I Can Understand.

If You Love Me, How Could You Hurt Me Like That?
How Could The One I Gave My World To, Throw My World Away?
How Could The One Who Said I Love You, Say The Things You Say?
How Could The One I Was So True Too, Just Tell Me Lies?

How Could The One I Gave My Heart To, Break This Heart Of Mine?
Tell Me........

How Could You Be So Cold To Me? When I Gave You Everything.
All My Love, All I Had Inside.
How Could you Just Walk Out The Door?
How Could You Not Love Me Anymore?
I Thought We Had Forever.
I Cant Understand.

How Could The One I Shared My Dreams With, Take My Dreams From me?
How Could The Love That Brought Such Pleasure, Bring Such Misery?Wont Somebody Tell Me?
Somebody Tell Me Please.

If You Love Me, How Could You Do That To Me?
Tell Me........

How Could you Just Walk Out The Door?
How Could You Not Love Me Anymore?
I Thought We Had Forever.I Cant Understand.

How Could The One I Gave My Heart To, Break My Heart So Bad?
How Could The One Who Made Me Happy, Make Me Feel So Sad?
Wont Somebody Tell Me? So I Can Understand.

If You Love Me, How Could You Hurt Me Like That?

How Could The One I Gave My World To, Throw My World Away?
How Could The One Who Said I Love You, Say The Things You Say?
How Could The One I Was So True Too Just Tell Me Lies?

How Could The One I Gave My Heart To.....How Could The One I Gave My Heart To....How Could The One I Gave My Heart To Break This Heart of Mine?Tell Me........

Ask most people what they want out of life and the answer is simple - to be happy. Maybe it's this expectation though of wanting to be happy that just keeps us from ever getting there. Maybe the more we try to will ourselves to state's of bliss, the more confused we get - to the point where we don't recognize ourselves. Instead we just keep smiling - trying to be the happy people we wish we were. Until it eventually hits us, it's been there all along. Not in our dreams or our hopes but in the known, the comfortable, the familiar.

Olha, a vida eh uma loucura... como que tem gente que fala que a vida eh maravilhosa... é o caralho!!!!! É cheia de gente escrota, de gente que quer se dar bem as custas dos outros, de gente que mente na cara dura e ainda acha ruim se vc discorda.... cheio de gente que te ilude, que te faz acreditar numa mentira, jurando que eh a mais pura verdade..
Burrice acreditar??? É!!!! Mas quando você deixa de acreditar em tudo, nesse mundo de ilusões e vê a verdadeira realidade, a realidade nua e crua, realidade de interesses, onde o que fala mais alto é o quanto você tem e não o que você é... as pessoas que acharam você burra por acreditar em conto de fadas começam a dizer q tem que ver a vida como eh maravilhosa, que as pessoas sao boas, que existe bondade....
PORRRAAAAAAAA... decide caralho!!!! que que vcs querem de mim???? que eu seja boa?? que eu seja cética??? que eu acredite em conto de fadas??? que eu não acredite qdo alguem diz EU TE AMO??? que eu acredite??? que eu veja maldade?? que eu veja bondade???
o que que vcs querem????
Prq qdo eu falo que quero viver minha vida sozinha vcs acham ruim?? acham besteira...
MAs caralho, viver num mundo que as pessoas ao mesmo tempo q querem q vc seja escrota, não aceitam que vc seja escrota.... porraaa
eu so consigo ser do jeito q eu sou.... mudo de opniao, de roupa, de jeito, de humor... mas sou eu...

PAAAAAAAARRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAA... chegaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
nao aguento mais!!!! que vidinha mais mediocre!!!!
tenho q agradecer por ter saude?? claro, mas nem tanto....
tenho q agradecer por uma casa?? sim mas nao eh minha....
tenho q agradecer por ser perfeita??? claro...
mas porra a cruz q eu carrego pode ser ridicula e leve pra vcs q estao de fora... mas pra mim nao eh!!! so eu sei o que passo... so eu sei o que eu sinto... so eu sei o que me faz feliz....
Entao prq ninguem aceita isso e me aceita do jeito que eu sou... sem pensar no que eu posso trazer de ganho, sem pensar no dinheiro que acha q eu tenho, sem pensar.... simplesmente me aceitar pelo que eu sou e nao pelo que eu tenho....

EU SOU EU!!!! mas por favor nao coloque condições para me aceitar!!! eu nao aguento isso!!!!