Loco loco....2 Br

[Começo Dramático] [inicio] Wes... ley... wesley.... [Parte 1] Living a bitter life, I don't understand anything, I think as I think, soon I don't understand anything, a guy who travels, loco as a hottie, guy is serious, I don't understand myself, I pretend to understand myself, so I don't understand, living without a real much... disloyal......... [Dramatic opera] [parte 2] I've had friends that I thought were friends, soon after I saw that it wasn't a friendship but a crazy trip, living as if I thought I was an unusual guy, I weighed like one, but soon I was just another one, smelling of laughter, about something that had nothing to do with anything, Seriously I don't understand, I don't understand without time, just just living...... [Dramatic pause] [Parte 3] I was once a naïve boy who thought I knew everything, of course, naïve as I imagined that seriously soon I was more of a fruit than I thought I would imagine, seriously, I keep trying to understand myself, the more I come to a conclusion that I can't know, the more I try to understand, then without knowing what, soon I realize that the more I think I know the less in a real way I weighed, Loco, loco my paranoia is my decline, loco in an extermination...... [opera dramatic] [Parte 4] Seriously, I don't understand myself, doubts, as dubious, many, many, and many, without knowing how to do, what I should do, how is where I can know, I should even try to understand, how am I going to know, I am alone, living in an imaginary world, very ungrateful, wanting to be a millionaire, but I am nothing more than a soldier. With his stock broken, with his chest pierced, with his soul overshadowed......... [Pause dramatic] [Parte 5] I tried to understand that I need to know myself, that in life I am the one who needs to learn, without knowing, how to understand, that I self, to mature, with the whys. I learned that life is hard, for those without a foam, seriously, I don't think I really understand myself, it's me or the world is half-hearted, my mind is my enemy and friend, I like it because it hurts me, but we love it more for not understanding me and still, yes, describing myself....... [Final dramatic orchestral]