She screams and cries
But there's nothing inside.
She won't find what she's looking for,
Because she says that she "just can't anymore".
Her eyes search the floor,
Just to keep her safe,
She wants to keep her distance far away.
She screams, she cries
The nostalgia is building inside.
The girl tries to convalesce from her saudade.
Sometimes she feels big,
But her presence is small.
She screams and cries
That she's burning inside
Only her imagination can put out the flame,
But this only reignites it all over again.
She screams, she cries
She's nothing inside.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 5:35 AM UTC
She screams and cries
But there's nothing inside.
She won't find what she's looking for,
Because she says that she "just can't anymore".
Her eyes search the floor,
Just to keep her safe,
She wants to keep her distance far away.
She screams, she cries
The nostalgia is building inside.
The girl tries to convalesce from her saudade.
Sometimes she feels big,
But her presence is small.
She screams and cries
That she's burning inside
Only her imagination can put out the flame,
But this only reignites it all over again.
She screams, she cries
She's nothing inside.
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