Relato de Um Homem de Bom Coração

I searched
Swore I wouldn't talk about myself anymore
Because I thought I had other stories to tell...

Everything I always searched for
Everything I always dreamed of is worth nothing
If I can't see a hand's breadth ahead, then don't even try to look back
There's not a single curve in this road
(I need a fork in the road)

And I'm going far away from you.

I've already lost, I've already suffered too much
I left, I threw everything away
I'm going to run far away from here
I'll walk, and no one will follow me

I was only sixteen
And I already thought I knew too much
All I had was a room and my parents' money
And a few friends that fit in one hand
(That river of loneliness was empty)

Today I travel, in just one month, millions of miles without a place to return
The asphalt is my home, but I can't call it a home
It's so empty, so cold, so out of place
(There's nothing here that will make me change)

I've already lost, I've already suffered too much
I left, I threw everything away
I'm going to run far away from here
I'll walk, and no one will follow me

Night has fallen, but my life has been dark for a long time
I don't know exactly when that happened
I just know that I was the one to blame

What's the point of opening my eyes, if I know the flashes are to blind me?
These hugs are to curse me...
I never forced you to listen to me!

And since when do you think you know me better than I do?
There are so many things I've experienced that you never have.

I searched
Swore I wouldn't talk about myself anymore
But that's how I am
I have so many stories to tell...