Ganhando XP em auto-estima por ter adotado o método "lol".

Nota:

Você é uma merda nisso. O pior de todos. UMA BOSTA.

Isn't like
I
(could)
believe
in
everlasting
love.

My heart is a drummer

As I am preparing myself to say farewell to my pride again. I remember how it was back then: I'd see you light a cigarette, and then you'd ask me to pass your asthma inhaler. I'd say "Don't you ever think about cancer?"

You'd say "Baby, you don't know but my heart is as strong as a drummer".

You make me feel like apologising for being like this: do I have to, say I'm sorry for my happiness? You see it's like loving "Graceland", it's not allowed to be but we know it's everybody's favourite.

...and when you call me, on the telephone my fingers will twist through the cord
and I'll slide my feet up and down the wall... but I know that I'm stronger than you are.

/dev/null

Start with a rum
you know this make me numb
then you can put a whiskey
and let down and scape.

Now I'm with you
but I know you're not with me
you're never been with me
'cause you don't belong to me.

And I cannot belong to you
ever if you asked
ever if you beg
ever if you put yourself in your knees.

Because I do not belong to you
neither I belong to me.

Eu lembro das tardes gostosas de verão, de overdoses de chá de pêssego, de caminhadas gostosas do museu até a minha casa.

Eu lembro que você se irritou por eu estar andando e apontando as flores nas árvores e que você ficou extremamente emputecido quando eu perguntei se você sabia o nome de uma árvore qualquer.

"Eu não sou sua fonte de referência".

Eu lembro de ficar em cima de pontes observando o fluxo do rio, eu lembro de shows na praça da Espanha e eu não lembro de muita coisa além disso.

Eu meio que esqueci de você.

'bout our first kiss

Then the conversation stoped - for only a second - and I looked down on my feet.
My face was next to yours and your face was next to me.

I was wondering if you want me too.