Bringest From Me Back

Bringest From Me Back

Disorders, a past mistake
Not your acts medístes
On your way, my wounds percorrestes
Feelings overcome

in pieces
me a piece in your
I am not equal
In their eyes I said not to rest

Come to a few insinseridade
Me bring the why of what you do
Hurting this is that discards the faces you
For fear of already be lost

You have everything that is part of me
Repares, so that I was unjustly myself
Used, abandoned
For IT

Somewhere for unknown reason
Not surprised by new wounds
Of these me this anger, were ye that silly, predictable
Now I am joining what sobrou of me