A 1000 X Hora
Lynda
At 1000 Per Hour
There are so many thoughts
that inhabit my head,
and even in silence
I can't find the answers
In this cold night
I need a hug,
bulimia has returned
and so much confusion hurts me
derneath the bed
I keep a suitcase
in case I feel like
seeking independence
Sometimes I think
it's better to go far away,
leave a note for my mother
on the mirror
Not that no, no,
no, no, no
and the days go by
and the nights go by
one by one at a thousand per hour,
at a thousand, at a thousand per hour,
at a thousand, at a thousand per hour
Among so many looks
I search for blind love,
someone who without words
makes me feel like a princess
I want to live my life
always with an open heart,
find a way out,
and leave fear behind
not that no, no
no, no, no...
