Me Olhe Bem

All good advice never comes from loneliness
I prefer to have peace instead of being right
Your red lipstick in the middle of the crowd
Made the sun turn red, lighthouse in the darkness
The salt of your sweat is my sweet distraction
Makes time stand still, to decipher your heart

I never want to not see you
I never want to lose you
I want you naked to have you

Look at me well, see the marks on my face
I will never be willing to lose you
Take a good look at me, I'm not a young boy
I'm not one to sketch in a work like this