manhã de amélia

acordei às 8:00 e fui levar café para o homem.
ele disse que não ia trabalhar porque ainda estava bêbado.
aí eu fui lavar a louça.

eu se acabo

mas depois eu recomeço.

putaquepariu

ei, blog, colabora, vai.

minas, aí vou eu.

my feet hurt
my head spins

and still i'm looking for something i'm never gonna find

I UNDERSTAND LONELINESS

but loneliness doesn't understand me
it will be good to runaway --
it makes me remember I can be a better person
but then again
what's the point?
i pretty munch can screw everything up

and no matter how much i love people
i can always bring misery with me
i can always be wrong
i can always be blind
i can be deceived and cheated on

and still think all i have to is
do my best
and be a better me
when actually my best
is to be blindly wrong