On the night I never slept (and consequences for that)

 The girl with no backbone
Finally accused me of being a liar 
A fraud and a pretender
Even though I gave her a career and something to admire

I am 31 and a week now
I've never felt so weak or naive
I've never wavered, until, in her cruelty
She has showned me how cruel she could be

Her friends and his friends 
All consider me an abuser and a liar
But who else should I become
To survive this 
If not as a cryer

I regret the choices
Choosing her and her false friendship
I regret loving all of them
I regret all of the voices and my wrecked ship

Now, my career is compromised
My life is over
There is no friend of mine
Wish me luck, four-leaf clover

I am alone sitting in underwear and a jacket
No one put me here, you bet ya
My trust and my love have been shunned
Like the knife in the gut I should have stuck.


To all of those who hurt me in my trust,
Trust this: reckoning is not far
And the me that you loved and hated
Are not going anywhere but into my memoir

I hate all of you for making me love you
I love all of you for your hate
Because within my honesty
You are nothing but waste

à Bruna Castro e Luis Eduardo, com todo amor dedicado e ódio destilado.
que apodreçam em seus próprios infernos, demônios falsos e incertos.