Depois da briga

It’s not simple
It’s not even a little simple
There is an abyss between me
And my borders with the real world
And it’s not easy to lie everyday
Saying that everything is fine

When my desire is to send all this to hell
And try to find myself
But I’m in the middle of the abyss
It's impossible to someone hear me

As much louder I scream
And I feel alone, even though
So many people are around me