i can't stop breathing

but it seems like if i had...

i changed

a lot of things...

i was dieing

and part of me was always dead

and don't be sad... this is not bad

things are happenning

like the world have to be

so life change the way it should be

well, don't care too much about...

what i'm saying...

or who is the fault

about the problems of the world,

and now looking at the sky

i can see birds...

and i feel fine...

the trees

and i see why my life has no whys...

sometimes it's good to say bye

and feel free

after a fall from sky

or whatever we did

to be alive...

to be feed.

and now i'm full

and i can't see who is really fool...

me, you... or the ones in hospice...

and that's why life is pretty

we don't know people real face

and that's why my heart is tight

and why i flought

it's all about...

live and be alive...

and that's also why i need a knife

(qualquer dia aprendo yoga...)