...é a arte do desconhecimento. Do desenquadramento.
Com a vida, com os demais.
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hold
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
(...)
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
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