Puto Mateus

Já nem me lembro do que é ser puto, sem problemas, sem stress, olho para trás vejo um rapaz com os braços cheios de amigos, de alegria, de risos parvos, de choros idiotas... No entanto quando olho para a frente vejo uma mão de amigos, alegria fingida, sorrisos falsos, e lágrimas secas.

I can't call you a friend

Cause when you left me here

You left me here to die

Don't worry I wont call you again

Cause when I take a hint

I take it pretty hard

And when you broke my heart

you broke it into shards of glass

The telephone yells out

At me to wake

I won't be blamed

For someone else's mistakes

It's your sweet voice

Sounding cheery and warm

It breaks my heart

But I summon up all my charm

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