inside that look
And if you look at me again ... only once more, I'll know;
and then, only then, I could breathe.
And even this pain could go;
subtle friend, that always accompanies me,
but different.
Now it look at me in the face, forehead, I heard its screams at night.
It fears me and scares me.
You know it, don’t you, you know it;
you have to know, after so long, long time.
Do not make me say it, do not make me fight for it,
I could destroy it if I try to retrieve it.
You know, you have to know; you must know,
I pray to a God who does not believe in, so you know it.
You´ve always found things behind my words that I didn’t mean;
feelings I denied having,
pain I struggle to ignore.
I know this has happened before, I know you think everything is better, that I am better.
That I've learned that people no longer scares me.
But you know how little it takes to make the facade to crumble;
and now, I wonder if that's not what you aim for,
if that's not what you always desired.
Want to see how far? How far ... after what you've done?
Amid the jokes and feigned disinterest?
You don’t want to see how far, how far you have accomplished.
Don’t look for the man you reconstructed from his pieces.
You did a good job, very good.
But James, you don’t want to know how far.
Don’t make me, because if I show you,
it couldn’t be turning back,
and perhaps there will be nothing left to rebuild.
Now call me bastard and perjure against your God and mine,
denies your good faith and your hope in me.
Curses the moment you looked at me in the eye for the first time.
Because you're tied, imprisoned and condemned, inside that look.
And you could never deny it, and nobody will forget.
That if you could hear me say "I need you"
You would give me your life.














