em algum lugar por aí
existem duas caixas
uma contendo meu amor
outra contendo o seu
há muito, eu sonhava em reunir o conteúdo delas
numa só caixa, que carregaria nós
e contaria história para quem quisesse ver
agora, minha caixa está no lixo
todas as lembranças de você, em outro lugar
como pode, então,
você continuar na minha mente?
little miss sunshine,
she's always smiling
always happy, she gives the best hugs
she believes in good in love
she's so sweet and innocent
i love the idea of her
our songs play in the background
i'm taken back to when it was just us
sometimes i wish it was you
sometimes i miss that sweet boy
who wanted to be a superhero
who saved my day, everyday
now i don't even know him anymore
living in a twisted reality where
that sweet gentle boy is a villain
and a bad villain, which is even worst
it feels like i'm never good enough for you
(although i do see times when it feels like you love me)
still, even when you love me, it seems i lack something that will make you think i'm enough
all my choices seem wrong to you
all the ways i trail take me away from you
the way you feel about me is becoming such a burden,
and i'm thinking i'll never be enough for anyone else...
it feels like they only like me, 'cause they don't know me like you do
is just like daddy would always say about me:
"beautiful on the outside, rotten inside"
i feel like you've seen the rot in me, and nothing i do will make you unsee that
or see something good beyond that
mom, i feel so lonely in this thoughts...
i remember when i was a kid
i used to carry with me a little notebook
so i could write down every single
poem, song or rhyme
that came into my mind
it would be something about
birds bees and flowers
dogs and beach and summer
a colorful life playing in the
background of that little mind
my dad was so proud
"she can rhyme like no one else!"
he used to say to everyone,
he even wrote about it one day
(i still have the letter)
but i don't have any of
those little notebooks to look back
i never treasured them
guess that, at some point,
poetry and rhymes just went away
now they're back
well, i can't rhyme no more
but i sure do like to carry
my little notebook
wandering around to write about
love and lost and pain
the beautiful and the ugly and the broken
write about anything that comes to my mind
but also to write about me
this time, i wanna remember
how i feel
how it felt
how i'm healing
and how broken i'm
write it all down - so i can treasure this
