Breezes Of Changes

I should be cool
I should be smart
I should not to wait so much from the heart

I should be fool
I should have known
That I shall never have what is gone

Break my pace
Break my peace
Understand that now I should leave
And live

Break my life
Set me free
Hold my heart
Make me happy

I should be killing people
Or chewing little pieces
I should already’ve known
‘Bout all this little breezes
Of change

Or not
But yet a hope
To feed my heart
So I’ll reach a goal
To reach the start

I’ll play in piano classes
And I’l break it all in nanoparts
But I’ll not break my little glasses
Yet I’ll kick your little asses
["little" sounds good!]

‘Cause I love!
Yet there’s no hope at all
And no fucking ideal
‘Cause I can’t sing my mother tongue
‘Cause I’m born in another contry
But yet I love!
I love my e-mail!
Yet that is a no-go!

Hey, Cinthie
Remember those silent calls you received some years ago?
Yah, that was me, Cinthie!
I loved your sister, Cinthie!
And then I loved your best friend, Cinthie!
And I’ve fucking loved you, Cinthie!
But that was long ago!

Hold you ASS!
‘Cause hapiness ain’t described
Ain’t decided by you
And this is now personal

And I’d like to thank the salviors, both two
There’s enough for those who understand