You fall apart again and you can't find a friend
Don't turn to someone else because they won't understand
I don't want to hear
You say that you miss yesterday
If you don't like what you see
That means nothing to me
Don't turn to someone else because they won't understand
I don't want to hear
You say that you miss yesterday
If you don't like what you see
That means nothing to me
Acho que esse sentimento toda a gente sente, alguma vez de vez em quando.
Sometimes, you fall apart again...mas um amigo encontra-se sempre, incompreendido talvez (e também). Algo que tenho notado é que não há pessoas feitas à medida das nossas necessidades. Existem, imperfeitas...mas belas também.