If you really want to know
Something about me,
All I can tell you is that
My life’s a speck of dust
-In this I trust.
Apart from that,
I don't know much
And you don’t know jack.
Cansada De tanto ter, Tanto querer E nunca ter nada. As mãos atadas, Vida regrada Palavras prontas, Cansada, cansada, cansada... Nada me...
I love this poem. It has a firey temper and an honest gentleness.
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