Terminou pra Sofrer (part. Ferrugem)

Poor thing of your heart
It's full of longing
And the fault is all yours

It was your silly pride
That made you cry at this table
It was your selfishness
That pushed you to the precipice
Of loneliness
Lost me in vain

I see that it's not over for you
Iê iê iê iê
It won't be easy to forget me
Iê iê iê iê
It ended to suffer