//Rescatado de Nada Mas Que Letras
Times of desperation
Times of lonely satisfaction
That was left from our sad past
Always giving something to us
And always there's something can make
All our sadness being awake
To cry, to suffer, to feel like an dead
Its the ghost of desperation
Remembering all that pain
And saying that we are good again
But the feelings are not calm down
There's still tears on this dawn
Its so close to the desperation
And it has some satisfaction
We are feeling sorry for something
Like we have a phantom inside
Its time to release the pain
Making all that disappear
Stoping feeling sorry for ourself
And making something to this change
And always there's something can make
All our sadness being awake
To cry, to suffer, to feel like an dead
Its the ghost of desperation
Always in a circle
A cicle that dont stop
But if we fall into the darkness
how can we make our happiness
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