Lágrimas Serão Sorrisos

You to one side and me to the other
It was obvious to me
Whether it lasts long or lasts little
Everything has an end one day
It was my decision
Tears rolling down
Even if it's the end
I feel like I still have a lot to say
But I feel that what I say in front of the mirror doesn't make sense
So I lie to myself as protection
No friend understands
That I am my closest enemy
I disbelieve
Because you don't lie to the heart
So, what do we do
When our peace is no longer found?
Bring back that revolt that was lived in the past
Or accept that the future holds a lot?

Damn
My whole life just lies
Constant, written, cutting, empty
Repetitive, day after day
I knew and saw, heard and felt
That each person had a reason in the soul
To do everything that would bring them good results
So each person hurt another soul hoping
That they would reap rewards in the future
I was like that myself, one day I realized
That I lived in the fantasy of an unattainable world
I used what marked my past as an excuse
To be a fucking bitter spirit
Thorns in every word
I thought of myself as stone
I saw people suffering and I felt nothing
But I ended up feeling it when I found myself alone
Lost in this hole where there was no ladder
How do I get out?
How do I escape from myself
If wherever I run
My mistakes arrive first
I got lost a lot
I'm in this filthy world
And by my side only a shovel
So I can bury myself deeper
Fuck everything
I decided to dig to try to find
A place where maybe I belonged
My hands calloused
I dirtied my face with soil
And in the end I found
Only more memories of the past

I was never hopeful
I was already tired
And once and for all, I embraced my sins

Before my eyes I saw this dark life
Feeding and nurturing a selfish human being
Who always pretended to be good
Who hid from everyone this resentful soul
That was empty of love
Hid this hatred from a weak mother
Who chose a new life and did not raise the child
Hid this disgust of having bad blood
From a guilty man who lived like a bird
I got tired of hiding that I'm not made of stone
That I suffer, that I cry
That I also carry resentment
I live in depression and can't find a solution
It's my time to make a storm in a teacup
I had to vent
I don't compare myself to Jesus
But I admit, friend, that sometimes I feel that in my chest
I carry the heavy burden of a heavy cross
I don't believe in much
But I believe that in the end
We pay for every mistake
They weigh on the scale
I don't know if the fire burns us
But for every cruelty in this life we will suffer
So it's time to make it count
For every mistake in this life
One day I will make up for it
With a future of actions that will fill with pride
This soul so empty that has made so many cry
Without erasing the past, accepting what I did
Because I feel that deep down no one ends up alone
It's a matter of destiny, I believe that in the end each
Tear shed will turn into a smile