[Music: Santos Lyrics: Dias/Frade]



["It's hard when we can't decipher what's on somebody else's mind, and yet we're sure it's something about us. Happiness is too weak so it's got to be taken care of every day. This one describes a death of a love."]



Something about your manners 

Surprises me every day, but no 

Things are not the same in our lives 

here lies a doleful soul 



could it be a refusal? 

Or just a way you just found to be mean 

Such a narrow allegiance to such a weak happiness 

Carry me in this chamber 

Lie...you might find me so lost 

But it's just me: a light that can't be seen 

You might find me pathetic 

Omniscient in my grave 



Something about your scars 

Makes me laugh and wonder why 

Would you be open-minded enough 

To fail in your trail 



Doomed in the stanzas (that the poet has made) 

Painted in the canvas (a forlorn self-portrait) 

It made me like this...you failed before me