Desabafo
Roberto Leal
Venting
Why do I crawl at your feet?
Why do I give myself so much?
And why don't I ask in return
Nothing back for me?
Why do I stay silent
While you tell me
Words that hurt me
For things I never did
Why do I roll in bed
And you pretend to sleep
But if you want I want
And I can't pretend
You are really that strand
Of white in my hair
You to me are a tip
Added to my nightmares
But the thing is I don't know how to live without you
Sometimes I vent I despair because
You are more than a problem, you are any madness
But I always end up in your arms when you want
