Too Much

Actually, I've never heard it before

I'm sick of these old games that is making me feel bad
And my mind isn't good enough, so that's why I'm sad
Something dies inside me every time she turn her head
While my brain knows that I must hold the breath

And no one will find me until I love somebody
It's making me feel alright
And no one will find me out

Not too much
Not too much
Not too much

Not too much
Not too much
Not too much

I'm sick of these old games that is making me feel bad
And my mind isn't good enough, so that's why I'm sad
Something dies inside me every time she turn her head
While my brain knows that I must hold the breath



Credits
Writer(s): Gian Adriani, Lucas Negri, Pedro Zomignani
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