"Ao fim da tarde"

Ao fim da tarde
Com o sol a pôr-se,
O cigarro na mão,
Um homem ali sentado,
A garrafa de Whiskey no chão.
Um ser bastante magoado,
Pensando e repensando,
Procurando a razão.
O porquê de aquela Deusa lhe ter partido o coração.

Ele não consegue perceber,
Todo aquele Amor terá sido em vão ?
Ele não suportaria perder
A sua tão divina perdição.
Deveria ele tentar ?
Ou seria melhor esquecer ?
Foi quem protegeu que acabou por chorar.
O mesmo que nunca fez sofrer.

SUICIDE *tema sugerido*

A strange pain
Is coming through your heart You don't believe But it's taking you apart You fell down And no one tried rescue you You're losing yourself All your thoughts and beliefs too It's like you can't breathe You try it so hard No one would ever tried understand What you're feeling inside You lost your mind Everything's out of your control You can't find a solution You can't find a result You cut yourself But this time, you don't feel the relief, You try a deeper one, Can you trust and believe ? Everyone hurts you Now you don't trust anymore You can't believe anyone You just want people to ignore You hide this pain So many times You try to stand it But you just want to die You haven't got more forces You haven't got more ambitions You gave up your beliefs You don't need anyone's permission It's the right time You've already decided You won't continue hidding Are you still feeling alive ? Everything's gone Latest memories are making you mad Does the darkness come to you ? Or are you already dead ?