Everybody hurts....

I wont let my self go....oh no no
May be cause of Shabbat, or cause Sade is singing or cause of the red wine...or the delicious creme broule.
Whatever, whatover, Im here, holding on...
My self, my loneliness, my sadness, my day, my nigth and the ones to come...
After see you tonigth my shirnk, I feel better, but not for any reason, may be just your little comfort, your attention, your care for me, whatever, whatover, Im holding on...one more time, one more nigth....home, alone. I just see what it is...my sadness, my desesperation, my conflicts, my luck, my lack of luck...Whatever, whatover, I will hold on tonigth and more of that. I got used to that...I got used, I wont brake in two. I will survive tonigth, and whatever, whatover, Im holding on...oh oh oh.