I Know it's over- The Smiths

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it's over - still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
...

I know it's over

And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
"If you're so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you're so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you're so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know ...
'Cause tonight is just like any other night
That's why you're on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they're in each other's arms..."
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It's so easy to laugh
It's so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head


Esta canción es para morir, para enterrarte mil cuchillos y desangrarte sola/o en la cama, es el himno del desamor. Quién no se ha preguntado: Si soy tan simpática por qué chucha estoy TAN sóla, ahhh? Si soy linda, inteligente, entretenida!!? y es que la cuestión es terrible, porque por mucho que una se ame y crea que es la mejor, está más sola que la mierda, la relación se acabó y sientes la tierra sobre tu cabeza, y más encima tu mamá no te escucha y Morrissey canta con todo el dolor del mundo, como si de verdá le hubiese pasado y te hace sentir aún peor. Y es que así es el amor parece, natural y real pero no para todos. TRISTE LA COSA.