Alma

you go arround
and don't see your face at the atmosphere
it goes upon your painful tears.
and all the times you put the love across your deeper fears
it goes, and cries, and live,
and die, and bleed
through your longest years
and so no one can see.

you search a meaning on your nothing
and try to fake a smile
you go and try, you fail and cry
and hide at all your real life style
you write a song, with hate and truth
planing your bathroom barbecue
and suddenly you scream into your fone
to tell to world how you feel alone.

e o dia anda normalmente
nada fica diferente.

you tweet a joke, you say ok
you see the profile u want to be
you see yourself, you jump the bay
you see the signs and don't feel free
and even if your friends treat you like true soulmate
you still imagine that you are the waste
and even if the handsome boy don't look at you
it do feels so erased.