Nos tempos amenos do meu dia

Dia bom, no fim das contas
Hora de contar o que não foi lastimado
Dizer coisas dóceis
Afagos inesperados
Sem esperar a tempestade, porque certamente ela virá
Então que ela ocupe menos espaço do que o necessário
Faltou chuva pra cantar sorrindo boba
É mais difícil repelir pensamentos egoístas
Uma vitória por vez
Não que ela não mereça ser comemorada
É o que tenho feito
Até o próximo tombo
Mas este também não ocupara mais espaço dentre as minhas preocupações do que o mínimo necessário.
Deixo assim a música ditar o tom certo pro meu agora.

Gostando muito

...do que escuto.

Playing God

                                                                       Paramore

I can't make my own decisions

Or make any with precision

Well, maybe you should tie me up

So I don't go where you don't want me

You say that I've been changing

That I'm not just simply aging

Yeah, how could that be logical?

Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat

You don't have to believe me

But the way I, way I see it

Next time you point a finger

I might have to bend it back

Or break it, break it off

Next time you point a finger

I'll point you to the mirror

If God's the game that you're playing

Well, we must get more acquainted

Because it has to be so lonely

To be the only one who's holy

It's just my humble opinion

But it's one that I believe in

You don't deserve a point of view

If the only thing you see is you

You don't have to believe me

But the way I, way I see it

Next time you point a finger

I might have to bend it back

Or break it, break it off

Next time you point a finger

I'll point you to the mirror

This is the last second chance

(I'll point you to the mirror)

I'm half as good as it gets

(I'll point you to the mirror)

I'm on both sides of the fence

(I'll point you to the mirror)

Without a hint of regret

I'll hold you to it

I know you don't believe me

But the way I, way I see it

Next time you point a finger

I might have to bend it back

Or break it, break it off

Next time you point a finger

I'll point you to the mirror

I know you won't believe me

But the way I, way I see it

Next time you point a finger

I might have to bend it back

Then break it, break it off

Next time you point a finger

I'll point you to the mirror