When i see you
wearing your old jeans,
I feel something wrong.
I don't know what it means.
When I see you
with your shaggy hair,
I can't move
and there's no air.
While I'm watching you,
there's no gravity.
I can't reach the ground
without ability.
I ask myself
every single night
if it's wrong
or if it's right.
Autor: Lucas Braga
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