Ventilador de Teto

I don't have many friends
Can count on one hand
Because the other one is already busy
To cut me with the bread knife

I'm not one to go out much
But one day I'll be in the newspaper
Young body found
Without a social life

I have a passport and a refill of tears
And the need to travel
There are several places in the world
Where I still want to cry

Since I was born I couldn't stop
Crying is free, and it's also mine
My mother had postpartum depression
And it's me

If by chance
They find me drowned
In the bathtub one day
Don't say it was suicide
Say it was a water bath

So end my pain
But if so, do it with affection
Give me as a gift
A rope and a ceiling fan