My Life Without Me (Script)

This is you.
Eyes closed,
out in the rain.
You never thought you'd be doing
something like this.
You never saw yourself as,
l don't know
how you'd describe it, as...
like one of those people
who like looking up at the moon,
or who spend hours gazing at
the waves or the sunset or...
l guess you know what kind of people
l'm talking about
Maybe you don't
Anyway, you kinda you kinda
like it being like this,
fighting the cold
and feeling the water seep
through your shirt
and getting through to your skin.
And the feel of the ground
growing soft beneath your feet
and the smell.
And the sound of the rain
hitting the leaves.
All the things they talk about
in the books that you haven't read.
This is you.
Who would have guessed it?.
You.

alma branca, dias cinzas e lágrimas vermelhas...

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E ele brinca de desafiar a vida

convive com os seus medos roubando o que são

recria-os, agora são sobretudo sonhos

tres coisas o diferem dos outros

guarda no peito a pureza do amor

em seu guarda-chuva a dureza do dia

e em seu lenço o peso do seu sangue...