Apenas 23

It's brother, this is my life, venting
I am the sum of all my mistakes and screw it
Like this, oh

I'm only 23 and I'm in the same place, man
From here I only see disappointment and guys delaying plans
While the world is burning, I don't care
I know this situation isn't pretty but I don't want opinions
Damn, but saving the world isn't my drama
I'm on Bukowski's team, ignored Dalai Lama
Sorry monk, our thoughts are far
I'm the type who in war wants to see death and doesn't hide
I read about Ned Kelly and also wanted to be like that
I won't be a good guy for the world because it was just a soulless dog for me
Screw karma, that's how it goes
Forget the other life, I'm not Allan Kardec
Like William Sidis living only in irony
Acting like an idiot to fit in with the majority
Ignorance is bliss?
Then I'm cursed, you only see forward and I see all sides
Without political correctness (screw this shit)
Let me be in my quiet corner, don't bother me, seriously
I'm just Leto and I didn't try to be someone better
For you to keep demanding that I be someone better, come on
Disappointment in person, pleasure
Among all I loved, I always managed to lose everything
There goes Leto again, loves you and then disappears
Honey, like a drifter I was born to walk alone
I only had loneliness, I don't deal well with emotion
I wanted to hug you so tight that I broke your heart, sorry
I'm only good at writing but I don't show it
In the mirror I see an angel, sometimes I see a monster
But keep your plans, damn
I'm going deaf
Man, shut up, I take care of my shit
Don't give me ideas, I don't want silver, shut up!
I write what I feel and lately I'm tired
If it weren't for my bills depending on this shit
I swear I'd disappear, maybe I'm going crazy
I have money in the bank, a hot chick in bed
And even this emptiness kills me a little every day
Shit, bad omen venting on paper
Burning a pack of Marlboro listening to Highway to Hell
Without dreams, my chest is a crater
Feeling like I have no family and nothing is as it was
A bowling alley of destiny, we're the pins, then strike
I'm predicting, it's gonna be a mess, this is Pike's card
I try to imagine myself at 70 and I can't
Congratulations to Niemeyer but I understand Sid Vicious
Talented as hell, be another Chorão or Chester?
Death is a shadow on my back and it always follows me, man
If I end up like Kurt Cobain?
I feel close and maybe tomorrow I'll freak out too, come on

I could save the world, yes
But I decided I don't want to think too much
My demons torment me enough
I don't want to deal with you