Ando com os cabelos à solta O vento na cara e eu sou outra... Bebo um copo Sinto o frio no estômago Danço, dou uma gargalhada e eu sou outra... Corro, salto e grito Tenho o sol só para mim Vivo de uma forma diferente Ouço outra música e sinto de forma desigual... É aventura, adrenalina é o medo de não controlar é o medo de não saber e eu sou outra...
Há meio ano que não escrevo aqui nenhuma palavra...pode-se depreender uma entre duas coisas: ou tenho andado muito feliz e o meu egoismo esquece-se de partilhar ou tenho andado triste e não desejo ver em palavras o que vai dentro de mim... Quem me conhece, sabe a resposta...
Mas hoje voltei, voltei para revelar o que tenho aqui no peito, o que sinto e quer sair, o que sinto e exige ser libertado...
Disseste-me "diz-me, isso fará com que te sintas melhor...": Pois aqui está, aqui tens... A MINHA HISTÓRIA
All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am But these stories don't mean anything When you've got no one to tell them to It's true...I was made for you I climbed across the mountain tops Swam all across the ocean blue I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules But baby I broke them all for you Because even when I was flat broke You made me feel like a million bucks You do I was made for you You see the smile that's on my mouth It's hiding the words that don't come out And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed They don't know my head is a mess No, they don't know who I really am And they don't know what I've been through like you do And I was made for you... All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am But these stories don't mean anything When you've got no one to tell them to It's true...I was made for you
