Blablabla e vitimismo

Eu deixei. Meu amor pra você enxugar o rosto. Minha autoestima, pra você brincar de ser grande.

Deixei pra trás tanta coisa.
Me deixei lá, perdida no meio da estrada pra te deixar ser o único. E te conduzi para tudo o que eu não tinha mais.
E fui esvaziando. Lentamente. Até sobrarem as migalhas. Daquilo. Que um dia. Eu nunca. Fui.



Música:

Victims
(Culture Club)

The victims we know so well, they shine in your eyes
When they kiss and tell, strange places we never see
But you´re always there, like a ghost in my dream

And I keep on telling you, Please don´t do things you do
When you do those things pull my puppet strings
I have the strangest void for you

We love and we never tell,
What places our hearts in the whishing well
Love leads us into the stream and It´s sink or swin
Like it´s always been

And I keep on loving you, it´s the only thing we do
When the angels sings, there are greats things
Can I give them all to you?

Pull me the strings of emotion
Take a ride into unknown pleasure
Feel like a child on the dark night
Whishing there was some kind of heaven

I could be warm with you smiling
Hold out your hand for a while
The victims we know them so well…so well

The victims we know them so well
They shine in your eyes when they kiss and tell
Strange places we never see
But you always there like a ghost in my dream

And I keep on telling you, Please don´t do things you do
When you do those things, Pull my puppet strings
I have the strangest void for you

Show my heart some devotion
Push aside those that whisper never
Feel like a child on the dark night
Whishing we could spend it together

I could be warm with you smiling
Hold your hand for while
The victims we know them so well, so well…