Você não é o sentido da minha vida, mas foi legal fingir que era.

Your life’s just pornography
Recited from bad scripts
You’re in the dark searching for exit signs
When someone said it’s beyond even me to change this


Raven hair and ruby lips
sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
she’s a restless spirit on an endless flight
wooo hooo witchy woman, see how high she flies

I am not like other people.
I am burning in hell.
The hell of myself.
Charles Bukowski