Você É Muito Mais

Hi
I won't even ask you
How was your week
I already know everything about you
Did you forget that you tell yourself?
And I just suffer

I know, I don't have the right
To demand, to ask for anything
Just tell that to my heart
That is burning
With crazy jealousy

Making love for real, you cry
I even get fooled in that moment
But this illusion lasts
As long as the pleasure lasts
Another weekend that I lost you

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