Once she appeared with her eyes all broken
Couldn't stand carrying a broken heart
She never loved any single person
Tried to carry her life in a box
She dived deep in her broken feelings
Triez to keep away her broken heart
Closed her eyes to her own stories
Entered the plane and escaped it away
She dived deep in her broken feelings
Trier to keep away her broken heart
Couldn't manage her own experience
Her waves of hurt never looked so bad
Your casual unactivity
Your way of saying the whole name
As making your scene be the best
Your casual way of trying to be cool
Is this the American way of not looking in the eyes?
I don't know if you talked to me or to someone else
But I will make you important in my presentation
And after that you can start working with me
But then you stay silent to my songs
That way of not naming what I feel
And that way of it feeling so strong
You won't produce your own musics if you keep sleeping with him
But do you know Marlene Bridgers?
As it would be another Marlene in the world.
You are not the first person to show a song
Because you won't record my thoughts
You won't record my thoughts
And won't listen to what my body has to say
Because you are living in your own world of marginality
Eu nao me canso de falar
Todas coisas que calam
dentro da minha historia
Quando me fala pra parar
de sonhar com a vida
com as minhas mentiras
Eu nao sou sua...
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