Folha de Papel

In your hand I'm your favorite toy
I'm an artist, I'm a bandit,
My sheet of paper

When I grab you, I hurt you, mistreat you
I crumple you, drag you, smudge you with my brush
You write to me, make my life a hell
You tear me out of my notebook with the intention to hurt

You step on me, stand on top of me
You want to see my end
I think I'm screwed

If I want to screw myself, I screw myself
You are my sheet of paper
That turns into little pieces
That the swift wind takes me to the sky

If I want to screw myself, I screw myself
I do whatever I want
I'm happy all the time
But I'm not going to play the role you want now