A minha mente não me deixa saber o que é pior.
Escrever para ninguém, ou acreditar que alguém está realmente lendo.
I'm sorry, I just wanna say things that can't be said, not by me.
I'm sorry I just can't.
You will not understand even that you do just the same.
I still wish you good, even now that you hate me.
I have so many things to say but you don't wanna hear them.
You are tired, really tired...
Tired of me.
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