Nakonetsto ia chtoto ponila. Ia osoznala pochemu ia sebia poslednee vrema chustvau, pomagli kak vsegda Taro. Eto deistvitelno tak! Ia bous boli kotoruiu ludi prinosat ( jelaia ili ne jelaia ) kagda ti im otkrivaeshsa. Ia bous pochustvovat etu bol esho raz i poetomu bius otkritsa drugim ludam. Da eto tak. Vnutri menia chtoto proishodit i eto daet mne sebia ploho pochustvovat, no ia nimogu otkrit etu korobachku kovoraia evlaetsa istochnikom etogo iada, kotorii travit mne serdtse. Ia znau chto u menia vso horosho vobshem i mne nenachto jalovatsa. No ia hochu lubit ia hochu chustvovat, a u menia ne poluchaetsa. Harasho na dannii moment nekogo, no i kogda bilo, kogda bil "dian de belflor" , ia vso ravno nichego k nimu ne chustvovala. Ia hotela otkritsa emu i kogda ia reshila seba zastavit i popitatsa pochustvovat chto to vso uje konchilos, neuspev nachatsa. Mne s nim bilo horosho i ia seichas ochen hochu vernut eto oshushenie schastia, a ne ego samogo. Kogda ia eto ponimau mne ot etogo ne stanovitsa legche.

I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

You've gone away, you don't feel me, anymore

The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

V etoi pesne ochen horosho i pravilno napisano : I'm broken when i'm open...    Imenno etogo ia i bous!