[...]
Well you didn't wake up this morning, 'cause you didn't go to bed,
you were watching the whites of your eyes turn red.
The calendar on your wall, is ticking the days off,
You've been reading some old letters,
you smile and think how much you've changed,
all the money in the world couldn't buy back those days.

You pull back the curtains and the sun burns into your eyes,
you watch a plane flying, across the clear blue sky.

This is the day, your life will surely change,
This is the day, when things fall into place.

You could've done anything, if you'd wanted,
and all your friends and family think that your lucky.
But the side of you they'll never see,
Is when you're left alone with the memories,
that hold your life, together like glue.
[...]

[The The - This is the day]

Tan tan tan tun tá.

Cansei.

Era só isso que eu precisava dizer.

Muro de lamentações

Perdi o mp3 player, orientadora sumiu do mapa, uma gripe não sai do meu pé, meu cachorro tem pulgas, a TV pifou, tem sapos lá fora, conta bancária zerada, peguei o ônibus errado, meu PC tem vida própria, nunca tenho bônus no celular, acabou o queijo, esqueceram o meu Nescau, o DVD quebrou, vendi o ingresso, perdi o rebolado, o prazo expirou, meu cabelo me odeia, perdi as chaves, não tenho emprego.

Te vi passar de mochila, óculos e devaneios. Você atravessou a rua apressado, como de costume. Arrumou os cabelos e seguiu em frente sem notar nada ao seu redor.

[...]

Sinto sua falta.