CHUMBEI A DIREITO FISCAL
does anyone care? does anybody still listen to my wordless world? does it matter any way...
i'm sick of living every single day and getting nothing from it. what's the point?
why should i care if tomorow never comes? i can't do this anymore.
not when it seems to be for ever. don't you know me? don't you know i quit every chance i get?
and then there's hope: maybe in the future i'll be more, maybe i'll have more.
but now i only have darkness and my claustrophobic hole, in them i try to hide.