Compositor: Jeferson da Costa Lopes da Silva
I saw you sitting on the couch
I wanted to feel your touch
I wanted to feel your touch
And take you to church
Gift you with lots o flowers
Petals on your bed
I want to fell your power
I feel very sad
My broken heart is so happy
So happy he feels dead
In the end I'm so sad
That I prefer my death
My broken heart is so cold
Trapped in a deep well
My broken heart burns
'Cause I feel like I'm in hell
You are my biggest trophy
I don't know how to play your game
And you don't know how to play like me
Like our photos in a frame
Like these drinks in our glass
The hug hidden in your blouse
But that has become the past
You are not in my house
My broken heart is so happy
So happy he feels dead
In the end I'm so sad
That I prefer my death
My broken heart is so cold
Trapped in a deep well
My broken heart burns
'Cause I feel like I'm in hell