Imagem - Butterfly_by_baljeet2506I dreamed I was missing, you were so scared
But no one would listen, cause no one else care
After my dreaming I woke with this fear
What am I leaving when I'm done here
But no one would listen, cause no one else care
After my dreaming I woke with this fear
What am I leaving when I'm done here
So if you ask me then I want you to know
When my time comes forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
Don't resent me, when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
Don't be afraid of taking my beating, I've shared what I made
I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through
I've never been perfect, but neither have you
So if you're asking me I want you to know
When my time comes forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
Don't resent me, when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
Forgetting all the hurt inside, you've learned to hide so well
Pretending someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are
When my time comes forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
Don't resent me, when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
Forgetting all the hurt inside, you've learned to hide so well
Pretending someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are, I can't be who you are
Esta é daquelas letras que fica gravada na memória pelo melhor dos motivos... Gosto mesmo muito... São daquelas palavrinhas que em conjunto passam uma mensagem. Simples, fácil de entender e ao mesmo tempo, demasiado importante para ser vista apenas como uma mera música.Mais que gostar da música e da sonoridade dela (admita-se que roça a perfeição) gosto da mensagem espelhada nos versos. Apesar de achar que a letra pinta uma realidade triste a mensagem que passa é das mais simples e mais complexas verdades que há: aprender a esquecer as mágoas que aprendemos a guardar e que ao longo dos anos vamos acumulando no peito.
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