Música Pessoal

"Música pessoal, música!

Looking foward, pushing hard
I've been living in the fast lane
Hipocrisy is what they thought me
I've been living in the wrong way

But I have to keep on trying
Yeah, I have to keep on trying

I'm standing at this beach and this night should be my last
After all the poison, through my eyes I see my past, wich past?
My laughs are desguises, my tears are so real
I am not me anymore and the feeling I feel is an urge to kill

But I have to keep on trying
Instead I just keep on dying

Mother should have told me that I was sick and didn't know
Now Freud help me, oh God, help me!
'cause the feeling I feel don't agree with the real
And I have to break down and cry
I still poison myself and keep on dying
I was trying to figure out a way to survive
Out of my own without a reason to cry

So don't start crying just because I gave up on trying
I'm still at this beach and this night will be my last
Out of my own, without a reason to cry

I should have been clever or dummier
Taller or shorter, richer or poorer
I had to be weaker or stronger, shorter or longer
I shouldn't be me, myself nor I to get rid of this and stay alive

Música, pessoal, música!