Happiness

Damn! It's serious, I'm getting tired of it!
I'm really trying to move on
But my lungs are sore from shouting, of both fight
My breath does not seem to be enough to calm my heart
My eyes are red and wet
My hands seem calegadas not bear to hold on a minute longer
The question was always asking myself:
Why is it so?
What did I do?
I'm feeling angry
But from whom?!
If you're really there
Never ask for much ... but if you're there ...
I need you
Just give me a chance to fix all this, my way
I need a moment of force to show what I can
I need to feel you with me again
Just for a moment!
Can you hear me?
I'm so tired ... But ... I can not stop!