Bringest From Me Back
Disorders, a past mistake
Not your acts medístes
On your way, my wounds percorrestes
Feelings overcome
in pieces
me a piece in your
I am not equal
In their eyes I said not to rest
Come to a few insinseridade
Me bring the why of what you do
Hurting this is that discards the faces you
For fear of already be lost
You have everything that is part of me
Repares, so that I was unjustly myself
Used, abandoned
For IT
Somewhere for unknown reason
Not surprised by new wounds
Of these me this anger, were ye that silly, predictable
Now I am joining what sobrou of me
