:( (Nota de Voz 8)

(Anti-Hero or I'm Sorry)

My melodies are so empty
Far from your writings
We two together were always
Our favorite artists

If I got lost in other lips
It was to hold you hating me
It was a scream, I still wait for you
To write Latin American

I try, but I never remember
What I was before you
And if before December
I knew how to recognize myself?

And if I don't like myself?
And if I am really so small?
I shouldn't question
I'm sorry, Pedro

One night, on top of a building
Seeing the city from above
You said: We learn
To fly on the descent

And you went so much higher
And I stayed with what hurts
Free-falling, I really am
An anti-hero

An anti-hero
An anti-hero