Lost between the silent unspoken words, I see you fall into your own trap of solitude and despair. I've ruined the chance of helping, I blew the chance of holding you. I've thrown away my healing touch that could have helped you. I'm sory, I appolagize.
I hope that you find someone who can. I'll be jelous, I'll be sab, but I'll be glad that you'll be happy
"Quis marcar-te com o som
Dar-te o que nunca recebeste
Em forma de prenda
Em forma de prenda"
Why can´t you make yourself the question "Why does it bother me!! What does that mean"?
