AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Let me hold youFor the last timeIt's the last chance to feel againBut you broke meNow I can't feel anythingWhen I love you,It's so untrueI can't even convince myselfWhen I'm speaking,It's the voice of someone elseOh it tears me upI try to hold on, but it hurts too muchI try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okayYou can't play on broken stringsYou can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feelI can't tell you something that ain't realOh the truth hurtsAnd lies worseHow can I give anymoreWhen I love you a little less than beforeOh what are we doingWe are turning into dustPlaying house in the ruins of usRunning back through the fireWhen there's nothing left to saveIt's like chasing the very last train when it's too lateOh it tears me upI try to hold on, but it hurts too muchI try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okayYou can't play on broken stringsYou can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feelI can't tell something that ain't realWell the truth hurts,And lies worseHow can I give anymoreWhen I love you a little less than beforeBut we're running through the fireWhen there's nothing left to saveIt's like chasing the very last trainWhen we both know it's too late (too late)You can't play on broken stringsYou can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feelI cant tell you something that ain't realWell truth hurts,And lies worseHow can I give anymoreWhen I love you a little less than beforeLet me hold you for the last timeIt's the last chance to feel again

"Anda cinza o tempo, tanto que parece sublinhar o perfume dos dias e assim me enterrar, de copo na mão, num sofá virado para o horizonte azul do rio em disposição de absoluto blue. Que cor escolher para o cansaço?"

(autor desconhecido)

E para a inquietação?