Metade da Estrada

Look at me here
Back and forth in the room
In this damn darkness
I didn't get up and I won't get up
It's desperate
This situation
Where is the common sense of your heart?
Can we stop now

Are you going to leave me here? Oh, okay
And decide to disappear? Okay then
You only didn't take this house
Because it couldn't be carried
You never thought of me, never
You only left me with the echo and nothing else
You promised me a lifetime
And left me halfway down the road

But this suffering has a counted day, hour, and minute
I will suffer the rest of this day
Because everything serves as a lesson
Tomorrow I will get up from the ground
And fill this house with furniture
I rub alcohol on myself, on the walls, and the ceiling
I use a box, but I disinfect myself

Not all pain is constant
Not every photo is forever on the shelf
Not all pain is constant
Not every photo is forever on the shelf

You never thought of me, never
You only left me with the echo and nothing else
You promised me a lifetime
And left me halfway down the road

But this suffering has a counted day, hour, and minute
I will suffer the rest of this day
Because everything serves as a lesson
Tomorrow I will get up from the ground
And fill this house with furniture
I rub alcohol on myself, on the walls, and the ceiling
I use a box, but I disinfect myself

Not all pain is constant
Not every photo is forever on the shelf
Not all pain is constant
Not every photo is forever on the shelf