Parece que eu pulei umas folhas. Eu queria manter nesse caderno a ordem cronológica das coisas, mas como todo o resto, não deu certo.
Um da la la la
Um dei la be la
La la la
La yep
Should I go to your house
Knowing that the door will be closed?
And should I pick up the phone
Knowing that you are in the other side?
And why should I write in my little notebook
Knowing that no one will read it?
I am a man with a fear of the past
A sadness of the present
And a doubt about the future
I am a man to be in the memory
And just there.
I still love her, but she never loved me.
Some time ago, I wanted to write a song for her.
But today, I just write about me.
Because I know that she is inside of me.