Desabafo
Roberto Carlos
Venting
Why do I crawl at your feet?
Why do I give myself so much?
And why don't I ask for anything in return?
Nothing back for me?...
Why do I stay silent?
While you tell me
Words that hurt me
For things I never did?...
Why do I toss and turn in bed
And you pretend to sleep
But if you want, I want
And I can't pretend...
You are really that streak
Of white in my hair
You to me are a tip
Added to my nightmares...
But the thing is
I can't live without you
Sometimes I vent
I despair, why?...
You are more than a problem
You are some madness
But I always end up in your arms
At the time you want...(2x)
