كلمات It's Not a Drama...It's Rutine

A shade that hovers above me it´s your hair, it´s your face my fingers are over you insomnia takes me away thoughts, apologies (a sudden sense of emptiness) Three more hours of television and endless rain I can´t believe I could make such a stupid mistake Everything reminds me of you (e eu não quero olhar pra´trás) Memories and promisses Memories, of you a grave of stones, we have around us I´ve stabbed you I cameback and realize, another flower is gone