The Autopsy of a Frozen Heart...

Gary Moore  - Empty Rooms

Loneliness is your only friend.
A broken heart that just won't mend
is the price you pay.


It's hard to take when love grows old.
The days are long and the nights turn cold
when it fades away.



You hope that she will change her mind,
but the days drift on and on.
You'll never know the reason why she's gone.

You see her face in every crowd.
You hear her voice, but you're still proud,
so you turn away.


You tell yourself that you'll be strong.
But your heart tells you,
this time you're wrong.

You hope that she will change her mind,
but the days drift on and on.
You'll never know the reason why she's gone.

Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love...

Mereu vad in jurul meu oameni care sunt nefericiti, care au pe cineva langa ei si sunt nemultumiti ca acestia sunt plini de defecte...toti oamenii vor sa iubeasca doar persoane perfecte, asa cum isi imagineaza ei ca ar arata perfectiunea. Paradoxul este ca, cu cat iubesti mai mult, cu atat intelegi si ignori defectele oamenilor.

Doar iubirea curata spinii defectelor, prin ochii iubirii vedem doar sufletul plin de lumina al fiecarei fiinte pe care o iubim...fericirea nu ne-o da nimeni, pana nu o aflam in noi insine. Cand ne punem fericirea in mainile altcuiva, vom muri dezamagiti, pentru ca ne vom irosi in asteptarea fiintei perfecte, care sa ne faca fericiti. E doar vanare de vant, vorba poetului...