Você É Muito Mais

Hey
I won't even ask you
How was your week?
I already know everything about you
Have you forgotten that you count yourself?
And I just suffer

I know I have no right
To demand, to charge you nothing
Just tell this to my heart
That is burning hot
Out of jealousy, crazy

Making real love, you cry
I even fooled myself at that moment
But this illusion lasts for time
How long does the pleasure last?
Another weekend I lost you

This love looks like charity
It seems like you like to see me suffer
If for your ego I am food
Know that for me you are much more
Of what others are having