PONTO DE VISTA

I took too long
to understand myself
Things that are not even mine anymore
Far away from where I am

Bottled up memories
In the alleys of a young me's mind
Words not always accurate
In bold letters for those who never read me

Try to understand me
Before I give up myself
It won't do any harm
Tell me your point of view

I don't know how to love, but I know how to talk about love
I'm tired of trying to be someone I'm not
I don't know how to cry, but I know how to pretend pain
I'm tired of trying to be someone I'm not

Bottled up memories
In the alleys of a young me's mind
Words not always accurate
In bold letters for those who never read me

Try to understand me
Before I give up myself
It won't do any harm
Tell me your point of view