mas não é?

você me confunde e eu gosto(...)

no fundo acho que a culpa é nossa.

someone i know

There was he, sitting in my house's living room chair in the morning. It was a very normal scene. He had a kind of a ritual: woke up, had breakfast and finally, sat in his chair while nobody had wakened up.

He was always the first and if you woke up and he wasn't there you didn't need to worry, he was certainly coming.

If you wonder when I met him I won't be able to answer you, I think I can't remember my life without him. He was everything I could dream about.

He was the only one who understood me and loved me just the way I was. He did everything that I asked him to do without complaining, not once.

But I was only a child and couldn't realize he was my best friend and now what's left is regret.

I wish I have just a few more moments with him, so I'd be able to say how much I miss him.

He's gone be here, with me, forever.

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um disfarce de você

um buraquinho, que problema tem?