Desabafo (part. Roberto Carlos)

Why do I crawl at your feet
Why do I give so much of me
And why don’t I ask in return
Nothing back for me
Why do I stay quiet
While you say to me

Words that hurt me
For things I never did
Why do I roll in bed
And you pretend to sleep
But if you want, I want
And I can’t pretend

You really are that streak
Of white in my hair
You’re for me a tip
More of my nightmares
But the thing is that I
Don’t know how to live without you

Sometimes I just vent
I get desperate because
You’re more than a problem
You’re some kind of madness
But I always end up in your arms
Whenever you want!