Bitter hearts and angry voices
I'm tired of promises constantly broken
Words are there just to be spoken
I can't comply
So I can't sit here through this mess
Acting just like all the rest
Waving to the crowds that pass me by
With a smile
Still
You and I we'll meet as soon this war is over
You and I we'll meet the dream
You won't be sorry
But now I have to go away
I'll save the world today
Gentle grins and perfect plans that turn out to reveal the monsters around
The werewolves holding silver bullets staring at me in my nightmares
Is has to stop
It's my turn to stop them
Maybe I won't win but I'll surely try
I'll try
Still
You and I we'll meet as soon this war is over
You and I we'll meet the dream
You won't be sorry
But now I have to away
I'm going to save the day
No surprises, farewell parties
Tears that fall your brown-eyed worries
I hate goodbyes.
David Fonseca, You and I
Transfiguras-me. Odeio o meu ser expectante quando te vê.
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