Three Days Grace - Pain

Bullet For My Valentine - Your Betrayal

Christina Aguilera - Stronger Than Ever Lyrics

Seether - Broken (Music Video) ft. Amy Lee

What more can I say ?

Christina Aguilera - Fighter

[Spoken:]
After all that you put me through,
You think I'd despise you,
But in the end I wanna thank you,
'Cause you've made me that much stronger

Well I thought I knew you, thinkin' that you were true
Guess I, I couldn't trust called your bluff time is up
Cause I've had enough
You were there by my side, always down for the ride
But your joy ride just came down in flames cause your greed sold me out in shame

After all of the stealing and cheating you probably think that I hold resentment for you
But uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do, I wouldn't know
Just how capable I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you
Cause it

Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

Never saw it coming, all of your backstabbing
Just so you could cash in on a good thing before I'd realize your game
I heard you're going round play, the victim now
But don't even begin feeling I'm the one to blame
Cause you dug your own grave
After all of the fights and the lies cause you're wanting to haunt me
But that wont work anymore, no more,
It's over
Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture
I wouldn't know how to be this way now and never back down
So I wanna say thank you
Cause it


How could this man I thought I knew
Turn out to be unjust so cruel
Could only see the good in you
Pretend not to know the truth
You tried to hide your lies, disguise yourself
Through living in denial
But in the end you'll see
YOU-WONT-STOP-ME

I am a fighter and I
I ain't gonna stop
There is no turning back
I've had enough



You thought i would forget
But I remembered
Cause i remembered
I remembered
You thought i would forget
I remembered
Cause i remembered
I remembered

P!nk - F**kin' Perfect

P!nk knows how to describes me .....


Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good'
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look I'm still around

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me

You're so mean when you talk
About yourself. You were wrong.
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead.

So complicated,
Look happy, You'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I could think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same
(ohh ohhhhhhh)

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me

The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line and we try try try but we try too hard
And it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that (why do I do that)?

Pretty, pretty, pretty

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing than you're fucking perfect to me
(you're perfect, you're perfect)
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me

The House of Pain

Sitting alone in her bedroom
Thinking about her sucker life
She has nothing good to tell
She lives in the house of pain

The best place for her
Looking through the window
How life is passing
She lost her hopes
To be the person she wanted to be


24 hours of darkness
24 hours of pain
The days are always the same
Dead dreams ,no love
she feels dead

She runs to the garden
But fear is waiting for her there
In the living loneliness invite her to come in
She scream but sadness destroy her voice there is no choice
She doesn’t want to live in the house of pain anymore

that's the hardest truth

Three Days Grace - Never Too Late

El lugar equivocado

Cuentan que una bella princesa estaba buscando consorte. Aristócratas adinerados señores habían llegado de todas partes para ofrecer sus maravillosos regalos. Joyas, tierras, ejércitos y tronos conformaban los obsequios para conquistar a tan especial criatura.
Entre los candidatos se encontraba un joven plebeyo, que no tenía más
riquezas que amor y perseverancia. Cuando le llegó el momento de hablar, dijo: "Princesa, te he amado toda mi vida. Como soy un hombre pobre y no tengo tesoros para darte, te ofrezco mi sacrificio como prueba de amor: estaré cien días sentado bajo tu ventana, sin más alimentos que la lluvia y sin más ropas que las que llevo puestas... Esa es mi dote..."
La princesa, conmovida por semejante gesto de amor, decidió aceptar:
"Tendrás tu oportunidad: si pasas la prueba, me desposarás".
Así pasaron las horas y los días. El pretendiente estuvo sentado, soportando los vientos, la nieve y las noches heladas. Sin pestañear, con la vista fija en el balcón de su amada, el valiente vasallo siguió firme en su empeño, sin desfallecer un momento. De vez en cuando la cortina de la ventana real dejaba traslucir la esbelta figura de la princesa, la cual, con un noble gesto y una sonrisa, aprobaba la faena. Todo iba a las mil maravillas. Incluso algunos optimistas habían comenzado a planear los festejos. Al llegar el día noventa y nueve, los pobladores de la zona habían salido a animar al próximo monarca. Todo era alegría y jolgorio, hasta que de pronto cuando faltaba una hora para cumplirse el plazo, ante la mirada atónita de los asistentes y la perplejidad de la infanta, el joven se levantó y sin dar explicación alguna, se alejó lentamente del lugar.
Unas semanas después, mientras deambulaba por un solitario camino, un niño
de la comarca lo alcanzó y le preguntó a quemarropa: "¿Qué fue lo te que ocurrió? Estabas a un paso de lograr la meta... ¿Por qué perdiste esa oportunidad? ¿Por qué te retiraste?".
Con profunda consternación y algunas lágrimas mal disimuladas, contestó en
voz baja: "No me ahorró ni un día de sufrimiento... Ni siquiera una hora...
No merecía mi amor".

Moraleja
El merecimiento no siempre es egolatría, sino dignidad. Cuando damos lo mejor de nosotros mismos a otra persona, cuando decidimos compartir la vida,
cuando abrimos nuestro corazón de par en par y desnudamos el alma hasta el
último rincón, cuando perdemos la vergüenza, cuando los secretos dejan de
serlo, al menos merecemos comprensión.
Que se menosprecie, ignore o desconozca fríamente el amor que regalamos a
manos llenas es desconsideración o, en el mejor de los casos, ligereza.
Cuando amamos a alguien que además de no correspondernos desprecia nuestro
amor y nos hiere, estamos en el lugar equivocado. Esa persona no se hace merecedora del afecto que le prodigamos.