Elevador

Entrei e encostei-me no canto mais longínquo da porta na esperança que aquela viagem se elevasse para sempre.

Tanto que me queima por dentro, encerrado naquela caixa fria que bate, bate irregular, tanto de mim que me faz mover e lutar qual Hércules e, no fim, uma fraqueza se apodera de todo o meu ser e tudo se resume a uma incapacidade (avontade?) de reagir.

How many times do I have to say

To get away-get gone

Flip your shit past another lasses

Humble dwelling

You got your game, made your shot, and you got away

With a lot, but Im not turned-on

So put away that meat youre selling

Cuz I do know whats good for me

And Ive done what I could for you

But youre not benefiting, and yet

Im sitting

Singing again, sing, sing again

How can I deal with this, if he wont get with this

Mi gonna heal from this; he wont admit to it

Nothing to figure out;

I gotta get him out

Its time the truth was out that he dont give a

Shit about me

How many times can it escalate

Till it elevates to a place I cant breathe?

And I must decide, if you must deride

That Im much obliged to up and go

Ill idealize, then realize that its no

Sacrifice, because the price is paid, and

Theres nothing left to grieve

Fuckin go - Cuz Ive done what I could for you,

and I do know whats good for me and

Im not benefiting, instead

Im sitting singing again, singing again, singing again,

Sing, sing, sing again

How can I deal with this, if he wont get with this

Mi gonna heal from this; he wont admit to it

Nothing to figure out;

I gotta get him out

Its time the truth was out that he dont give a

Shit about me.

My mind is a mess *