Here's to you

"Now that i've met you
Would you object to
Never seeing each other again?

'Cause i can't aford to
Climb abord you
No one's got that much ego to spend

So don't work your stuff
Because i've got troubles enough
No, don't pick on me
When one act of kindness could be deadly
Definitely

'Cause i'm just a problem
For you to solve and
Watch disolve in the heat of your charm

But what will you do when
you run it through and
you can't get me back on the farm?

Just don't work your stuff
Because i've got troubles enough
No, don't pick on me
When one act of kindness could be deathly
Definitely

You're on your honor
'cause i'm a gonner
and you haven't even begun

So do me a favour (oh please)
If i should weaver
Be my savior
And get off the gun

Just don't work your stuff
Because i've got troubles enough
No, don't pick on me
When one act of kindness could be deathly"

De facto, a bondade, a ternura, a tentativa de chegar perto, os olhares a medo, o interesse podem ser mortíferos... I'm just doing my own thing. E por muito que queira sentir (cause that's what life is all about) algo me diz "hold back". Será que me faço entender? Maybe not... Oh well, i told you, i'm just a fucked up girl.