Paradiso II

Hey, Tedua
Paradise, T-E-D

When I talk to you, look me in the eyes
When I get mad, calm my fires
A kid on the stairs moving boxes
The things you’ll never know about me
I’ve given a lot, but you don’t notice
Screamed, cried, and had bad dreams
I wonder why you hide behind
Rhetoric, victim phrases
Sometimes you ask me to stay calm
Sometimes you hold me like I weigh a gram
And I’ll pour some whiskey, risking watering it down
I lose myself in conversations every time I talk to you
And then I hoped to save myself, to fall in love
But I’m left alone chasing my goals
And in my head, dramas, cuts on my skin
In my conscience, mistakes from all these years

This paradise inside me
Seems like it never comes out (Why not?)
I’d like to know what’s there (Just what’s there)
That’s wrong with my troubles (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

On the wings of words, riding on books
In front of a board between departures and arrivals
Elevator of drugs, I’ll take the stairs
I still have things at the lost and found
Tell me that a strong emotion, if you feel it, you write it
Or you keep it inside until you scream, ah-ah
We’re not bad, home’s a mess, different goals
I never know when to tell you no, tell you yes
And you can’t know everything about me, not in a club, not in a day

This paradise inside me
Seems like it never comes out (Why not?)
I’d like to know what’s there (Just what’s there)
That’s wrong with my troubles (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

Pa-Pa-Paradise, what my people deserve
What my people deserve, what my people deserve