Atlas

I'm tired, I want to lie down in the room
If everything ran by itself it would be easier
I feel like Atlas, I carry the world on my back
Listening to a lot without the right to reply

But also soft, I don't even want to answer you
If I answered it would be worse, because you talk a lot

And to avoid conflict, I will lock myself in my shelter
My plastic world that I created and that I live in
Where I don't need to put anyone down
Where I don't need it

But Caio, you don't do anything, I know
He did nothing more than his duty, I know
It feels like I'm a teenager, repeating what I saw on TV
But then (what's up, man) I am

Because it's been years since I cried
Almost no one I know knows where I live
Where have you ever seen me attacked like that, from behind?

That's normal girl, stop staring at me
I know even Jesus cried, but I won't cry