De Quem É A Culpa? (part. Cristiano Araújo)

Over the top, yes
I'm more into you than into me
I survive on glances
And on a few embraces you gave me

And what will become of me
And my topic never changes
My head doesn't help
Madness, torture

And to hell with my composure
If I changed, you never noticed
I only wanted you close by
But you disappeared

It's like an addiction with no more cure
So now what? Whose fault is it?
Is it your fault for having that smile
Or is it mine for falling in love with it?
That's all

Don't pretend I'm not talking to you
I'm standing still in the middle of the street
I'm stepping into traffic
Without you, life won't go on
Don't pretend I'm not talking to you
No one understands what I'm going through
Who are you? I don't even know you anymore
I fell in love with the version of you I made up

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I fell in love

And to hell with my composure
If I changed, you never noticed
I just wanted to have you close
But you vanished

It's like an addiction that has no cure
Now what? Who's to blame?
Is it your fault for having that smile
Or is it my fault for falling in love with it?
That's all

Don't act like I'm not talking to you
I'm standing in the middle of the street
I'm walking into traffic
Without you, life doesn't go on
Don't act like I'm not talking to you
No one gets what I'm going through
Who are you? I don't recognize you anymore
I fell in love with who I invented you to be

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I fell in love with the version of you I made up