Mother
A long time ago she said my life with you wouldn't be so different.
And she said every mama was crazy like that.
And she talks like she really knows you, ya know...
Everyone tells how you would feel, but they totally can't say that.
Because no one knows you, ya know,
Nobody ever talked too much to you.
Why? Had you been so jealousy like they told me?
Had you been so organised like they told me?
When I see people atheist they explain me they never saw god
So, I believed mother didn't exist becos I never saw mine's
Yesterday I saw her, like: you.
So sad, so sick
that you broke my heart - I misunderstood you, I'm really sorry
Oh, mama, what do ya wanted to say?
Do ya like myself?
Did I ever disappointed you?
Do ya think I'm a hero?
Do ya speak English?
Mother do ya go along with my mind?
Mother, do you think I had to lose you?
Do ya think it had to be like that to myself be like me?
Why were you so sad?
Why she broke my heart?
Should I apologize her?
Mama, don't ya ever leave me,
I think you really know what is to lose one
I think you understand me
My situation is nothing to miss,
but something to sadden me.
It's difficult to cry out
People tell me I might talk to you again
I hope
Love,
Maritaca
And she said every mama was crazy like that.
And she talks like she really knows you, ya know...
Everyone tells how you would feel, but they totally can't say that.
Because no one knows you, ya know,
Nobody ever talked too much to you.
Why? Had you been so jealousy like they told me?
Had you been so organised like they told me?
When I see people atheist they explain me they never saw god
So, I believed mother didn't exist becos I never saw mine's
Yesterday I saw her, like: you.
So sad, so sick
that you broke my heart - I misunderstood you, I'm really sorry
Oh, mama, what do ya wanted to say?
Do ya like myself?
Did I ever disappointed you?
Do ya think I'm a hero?
Do ya speak English?
Mother do ya go along with my mind?
Mother, do you think I had to lose you?
Do ya think it had to be like that to myself be like me?
Why were you so sad?
Why she broke my heart?
Should I apologize her?
Mama, don't ya ever leave me,
I think you really know what is to lose one
I think you understand me
My situation is nothing to miss,
but something to sadden me.
It's difficult to cry out
People tell me I might talk to you again
I hope
Love,
Maritaca
A verdade é que ninguém pode saber a verdade, apenas imaginar.
ResponderExcluirNão posso dar meu testemunho, mas com toda certeza não seria igual, até porque não existe uma pessoa igual a outra.
Se ninguém pode saber a verdade e isso é um fato, então porque acreditar em coisas ruins, principalmente vindo de quem vem? Qual a credibilidade?
Se o passado não pode ser mudado, então guarde-o, não permita que ele interfira no seu presente e principalmente no seu futuro.
Você é a Mariane Prado, nem MAIS, nem MENOS.
Beijão e bola prá frente.
Não fique triste maninha... esses dias lembrei de um momento com sua mãe.. preciso te contar. Você sempre me cobra de eu não lembrar de muitas coisas sobre ela, mas foi um momento bonito. Quando a gente se encontrar eu te conto como foi.
ResponderExcluirTe amo minha irmâzinha que fala "AUÔ!!!" rsrsrs
Beijos