doenças incuráveis.

Sometimes I get out of my bed

And feel the cold floor on my toes

It goes way through my spine

And reaches my head.

Don’t know how he does.

It makes me sick,

Like a mental disease

It puts me right up, right down

The next second I’m out

My world is getting crazy

While yours keep moving fine

Would tell me what’s your secret?

So I can fix this out!

‘Cuz I think my next solution

Won’t be any nice.

I’m almost jumping of my window

Hoping some God let me fly.

Maybe I’ll die while I’m trying

But that’s just collateral.

I think life shouldn’t be this hard

We never know what the hell is right.

Who knows if my next step

Make me appears on “Bones”

Or if I end in an alien abduction.

Life makes me weak,

Like a mental disease

I don’t know now, or yet.

Perhaps I’ll never figure it out.