Sinto a Tua Falta

Sometimes I pick up a book
Trying to distract myself
But I miss you
Sometimes I talk to myself
I wonder
If you and I
No longer exist
It hurts, it hurts

Sometimes I wonder
Is it true
That you no longer care about me

For you I'll go to heaven (I'll go)
To ask God for help (I'll go)
So he can put (I'll go)
You back in my life

And now they say you're
In love with a man better than me
And now it's hard for me to believe
That you don't feel even a bit of longing
Sometimes I wonder
Is it true
That you no longer care about me

For you I'll go to heaven (I'll go)
To ask God for help (I'll go)
So he can put (I'll go)
You back in my life