It’s Not a Drama…It’s Rutine

One Hundred Steps

A shade that hovers above me

it´s your hair, it´s your face

my fingers are over you

insomnia takes me away

thoughts, apologies (a sudden sense of emptiness)

Three more hours of television and endless rain

I can´t believe I could make such a stupid mistake

Everything reminds me of you

(e eu não quero olhar pra´trás)

Memories and promisses

Memories, of you

a grave of stones, we have around us

I´ve stabbed you

I cameback and realize, another flower is gone

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