As crónicas do Caldeira

Who's boy in there, living in the mansion of tears?
Why don't you know

I am a boy

I know the darkest things

And I know the saddest moments

You may have the hapiness I need

Don't be folled by my cute look

don't believe, just do

It's best if you know the truth

Im am sad as you can be

I never smile, I never cry

I just look, at myself

and say I can change

But why can't I do it

I can't rule the earth

I don't even rule myself

Im the home to a thousand persons

but no ones is me

I could rule myself

If I was the best

but the only thing Im good at

Is in being the saddest

I have to live in this body

walking, breeding

just living

I don't look nice

I don't think twice

I just exist

even If I can't

posses

So you just need to know

I can't live

whitout breed

But I'm made of sadness

and that's all I can tell

Portanto, não sou propriamente o melhor a inglês, mas tentei escrever este texto para demonstrar o que sinto, acho que estou um pouco deprimido, sei que provavelmente alguém vai tentar ajudar-me, sei que o texto não faz sentido, eu sei, eu sei, mas não me vou começar a vestir em preto, e a dizer como o mundo é cruel, eu não sou um "Douchebag vampire wannabe boner"