Coleccionando Heridas (part. Rodrigo Tapari)

Is love just not for me?
That I wasn’t made for this, that I don’t know how to ask
Why do I get the opposite?
I always end up keeping myself company

Is it that to be happy
You have to be like everyone else?
And I have to pretend I know how to live with this
It’s become normal to collect wounds

Is it that love got stuck in another time?
That’s what the experts say
No one wants to these days (ah-ah, ah-ah)

Live like I don’t have feelings
I don’t have that talent
I still feel things, you know

But I want to believe that love is still possible
And if not, I’ll keep collecting wounds

I’ve got loneliness as my friend
One day, I told her about you
I said that hating you isn’t my thing
And even though I didn’t want to, I let you go
They say time heals everything
But a lot of time has passed

And this suffering won’t go away
I’m stuck living with it
I don’t know when the dawn will come
At night, it just won’t stop raining
God, I want to ask you
Where do thoughts go to die?

Says

Is it that love got stuck in another time?
That’s what the experts say
No one wants to these days (ah-ah, ah-ah)

Live like I don’t have feelings
I don’t have that talent
I still feel things, you know

But I want to believe that love is still possible
And if not, I’ll keep collecting wounds

I’ll keep collecting wounds.