Tão triste esta gente. Dizem que as SAD cortam relações. Uma SAD não fala com a outra SAD... enfim. Crianças. Eu, que até nem ligo muito ao futebol, deixo aqui um poema do Bernie Taupin, alusivo à situação.
Sorry seems to be the hardest word
What I got to do to make you love me
What I got to do to make you care
What do I do when lightning strikes me
And I wake to find that you’re not there (Uh)
What I got to do to make you want me
What I got to do to be heard (Oh...oh...oh...oh...)
What do I say when it’s all over, babe
Sorry seems to be the hardest word {That’s right}
It’s
sad, so
sad
It’s a
sad,
sad situation
And it’s gettin’ more and more absurd
It’s
sad (So
sad), so
sad
Why can’t we talk it over
Oh, it seems to me
That sorry seems to be the hardest word
What do I do to make you want me
What I got to do to be heard
What do I say when it’s all over
Sorry seems to be the hardest word
It’s
sad (So
sad), so
sad (So
sad)
It’s a
sad,
sad situation
And it’s gettin’ more and more absurd, mmm, mmm
It’s
sad (So
sad), so
sad (So
sad)
Why can’t we talk it over
Oh, it seems to me
Sorry seems to be the hardest word, oh, yeah
Oh...oh...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Sorry
What do I do to make you love me (Oh)
What I got to do to be heard (Mmm)
What do I do when lightning strikes me, yeah
What have I got to do, what have I got to do
When sorry seems to be the hardest word