A Volta Dos Que Não Foram

You never left that place
Still, you never wanted to hear me
You hate parties, too much joy
None of this fits your routine

If someone messes up, you're the first to judge
It's always the other person who needs to improve
When you do something, you expect a reward
Jealousy and envy live side by side

The return of those who never came
The revolt of those who never came
Worse than being lost far from home
Is being lost inside your own home

You're feeling down, but you keep on smiling
You're a pro at the art of pretending
If you mess up, you deserve forgiveness
But if it's someone else, you think of damnation

Someone's happy, you don't want to celebrate
If the success isn't yours
You just want to cry
Saintly face, but a wicked heart
You're sick, you need to be healed

The return of those who never came
The revolt of those who never came
Worse than being lost far from home
Is being lost inside your own home

Turning life into a funeral
Legalistic, crazy for the ritual