Porta Retrato (feat. Jorge e Mateus)

Today I gathered the courage to say everything that hurt inside
Should I throw away three years of my life?
Tonight I fell asleep on my couch, my bed still carries your scent
And even your picture frame was there

There are so many things, so many things
So many moments

Should I throw all of this away?
But every ending is so bad
Your memory is everywhere
Today even the doorman asked about you

And what do I do with the picture frame?
With the pajamas you gave me?
Your mother even sent a message
Saying that between us, she prefers me

I wonder if I'll regret it
Our Sundays were always so great
But the rest of the week was trouble and arguments

How will your nephew live without me?
Tell me who will take him to school?
Man, I was teaching him to play the guitar

There are so many things
So many moments

Should I throw all of this away?
But every ending is so bad
Your memory is everywhere
Today even the doorman asked about you

And what do I do with the picture frame?
With the pajamas you gave me?
Your mother even sent a message
Saying that between us, she prefers me

Should I throw all of this away?
But every ending is so bad
Your memory is everywhere
Today even the doorman asked about you

And what do I do with the picture frame?
With the pajamas you gave me?
Your mother even sent a message
Saying that between us, saying that between us two
Saying that between us, she prefers me