The cakes that fill my thoughts, waits for me to fall into a sleep of freedom
i am almost ready to fall, the connection between sugar and holy days.
he knows and is familiar with my foolishness, sews all the seams closed so that i will have quiet,
almost travel to London to search for myself because maybe alone i will understand what i am searching for.
Give me a minute, i am just discovering myself
don't disappear, this is me that is choosing myself
Almost a week has passed since all the fights, i returned to cook a soup of fears
i have short answers without sentiments, don't understand why you are still embracing me
maybe you will find one who doesn't cry at night who will give you room like you gave me
i want so much to simply return home and i bring in all my complication here.
Give me a minute, i am just discovering myself
don't disappear, this is me that is choosing myself
I don't understand why you are still waiting for me, maybe there will be for you one that will caress your tears, you say that this is me and i continue just to cry, continue to cry.