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quarta-feira, 27 de março de 2013

Pieces on the floor

Yelling at me won't make you feel better
I'm not responsible for your dreams
You need a kind of serenity
You need to find yourself

Try to see Above the line of angry
And do not fantasize what is convenient
You need a kind of confidence
You need to find yourself

There is nothing left to do
It's painfull for me too

You are cracking behind a glass wall
And there's notinhg I can do to help
You are not what you were
Or is that what you always was?

Stop using your suffering to weaken me
Or better, stop doing things for me
You need a kind of strength
To do things for yourself

There is nothing left to do
It's painfull for me too

You are cracking behind a glass wall
And there's notinhg I can do to help
You are not what you were
Or is that what you always was?

You'll have to find your way
Away from me
And my hand will be here for you
But just when you dont need it
Anymore

You are cracking behind a glass wall
And there's notinhg I can do to help
You are not what you were
Or is that what you always was?

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