I can't count how many times I made my maximum bet on love,being blindly secure that i'd win...
...I never won.
It got so tiring of doing the same thing over and over...
Love? I am sick of trying; every attempt is failure.They barely share love...only pleasure.
Pleasure? Too much pleasure for a night,tomorrow it might all be memories.
My heart better stop beating for those liars,it better stay still.
I want to be anxious when seeing you everytime,not the first and last night.
Every night is somebody else,and I keep hoping for the best.
At the end,my heart stays in the same spot as always,waiting for you to take it from me.
Daniel Viana Alencar - And I? Write with my soul on the same laptop,at the same café,drinking the same coffee with the same cup.
