Composição: Pierre Bouvier

Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don’t belong
And no one understands you

Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
And no one hears you screaming

No you don’t know what it’s like
When nothing feels all right
You don’t know what it’s like to be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you’re down
To feel like you’ve been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one’s there to save you
No you don’t know what it’s like

Welcome to my life

Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of being so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
Before your life is over?

Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With the big fake smiles and stupid lies
But deep inside you bleeding

No you don’t know what it’s like
When nothing feels all right
You don’t know what it’s like to be like me

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you’re down
To feel like you’ve been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one’s there to save you
No you don’t know what it’s like

Welcome to my life

No one ever lies straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I’m happy
But I’m not gonna be okay

Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work it was always there
You don’t know what it’s like
What it’s like

Alguns proverbios...

Sobre o destino:

'Um bom cachorro merece um bom osso'.

'Nao se foge do destino'.

'O que tiver de ser sera'.

'Toda bala tem seu alvo'.

A Terra do Feliz

Voce ja esteve na Terra do Feliz,

Onde todo mundo e feliz o dia todo,

Onde eles brincam brincam e cantam

sobre as coisas mais felizes do mundo,

E tudo e jovial e alegre?

Nao ha ninguem infeliz em Feliz,

Ha gargalhadas e sorrisos em quantidade.

Eu estive na Terra do Feliz -

Que tedio!

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
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...
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Duas estradas divergiam num bosque,
E eu .... eu segui pela menos trilhada,
E isso fez toda a diferença.

(Robert Frost 1874-1963)