I dreamed I was missing
you were so scared
But no one would listen
'cause no one else cared
After my dreaming,
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
when I'm done here?
So if you're asking me,
I want you to know
When my time comes,
forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind
some reasons to be missed
Don't resent me,
and when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest,
don't be afraid
I've taken my beating,
I've shared what I made
I'm strong on the surface,
not all the way through
I've never been perfect,
but neither have you
So if you're asking me,
I want you to know
When my time comes
forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind
some reasons to be missed
Don't resent me,
and when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory,
leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
Forgetting all the hurt inside
you've learned to hide so well
Pretending someone else can come
and save me from myself
I can't be who you are
When my time comes,
forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
reasons to be missed
Don't resent me,
and when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
Forgetting all the hurt inside
you learned to hide so well
Pretending someone else can
come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are
I can't be who you are
Leave Out All The Rest
Linkin Park
3 comentários:
Deste me vontade de voltar a ouvir esse album ;) sempre achei piada as musicas deles, menos quando fizeram aquela coisa com o Jay D que para mim veio só estagar :D
Estas palavras têm um peso. Questionam -nos. E remetem-nos para o trilho que temos pela frente. Ou para os ramais que temos pelos lado. ;)
Unfurry,
Gosto muito de os ouvir. Pela musica forte e pelas letras. Também concordo que o trabalho mais fraquinho foi esse com o Jay-Z. O único tema que gosto desse álbum é o “Numb/Encore”.
Abraço
Catatau,
Acho muito significativas as letras deles. Talvez eu esteja a ter uma “adolescência” tardia!
Esta em especial, faz-me pensar nas coisas que posso estar a fazer e que podem magoar os que estão á minha volta. É como que desejar que um dia se lembrem das (poucas) coisas boas que tenho e perdoem o resto…
Abraço
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