Se ontem alguém me dissesse
que um dia estaria aqui
“Loucos!” Diria eu.
A vida é tão ingrata mas tão colorida…
Terrível para os infelizes,
Mas não o somos todos?
Não temos todos histórias para contar?
Que faz arrepiar e gritar:
Aos que nos disseram que as coisas vão melhorar.
No inspiration or motivation.
Only frustration and starvation.
I’m disintegrated, they pulled me way to far!
I’m your puppet that cries at night,
I’m their doll that is way too nice.
If the only thing that crosses my mind is to die,
what’s keeping me alive?
If I walk slowly around the flames
I won’t get burned. But every time
I try to bypass them, a land mine
blasts me into pieces so little,
I’m not sure if it was me being blown up.
If I stay where I am,
The wind will pull the fire closer.
I’ll be a pitched black corpse, but tell me,
Am I not one already?
Walking dumb and shadowy,
Fading away as I do my daily routine,
Going to bed invisible and grim.
Found myself in a place so dark,
I don’t know what life tastes like.
Maybe I never knew,
I keep coming back here once more.
I find myself floating in uncertainty.
Misty paths, and I spin around and around.
I cannot see the end…
My breath fails,
Cold and afraid,
I follow the worn out, bumpy road.
I’ll leave the highway for another life.
When tears fall
Words are hard to come out.
They talk between themselves,
They don’t le-le-let me th-think…
It’s been a long time.
I have wo-work to do.
But I haven’t cried much,
only at night when it’s silent and such.