Lyrics: Laura Almeida
Music: Laura Almeida
Eu preciso te falar uma coisa
Eu vou mudar, Irmão do Jorel
Você vai mudar no fim do ano?
No fim da tarde
Não fica assim!
De repente a gente se encontra
Em pensamento, sonho...
Lately i’ve been struggling
Separating seriousness from light hearted comments
They all blend inside my head
If that weren’t me, i would laugh
But there’s no one else in frame
I don’t see the joke
The irony in dirty busses home
In acting like no one would ever know
I tried hard to to shut myself up until I couldn’t stop throwing up on the floor
Trying to solve, oh some riddle that’s not there at all
Am I heaven-sent if I keep this body
Selfishly waiting and selfishly rotting
There’s a merit to it all
Bet your money on yourself
There’s no getting out of this one
No one coming for your help