It's Terrible

Wélerson Recalcatti

Compositor: Wélerson Recalcatti

It's terrible to be on your way home knowing that when you get there you'll stop
Take a breath, put a smile on your face and go inside

Pretending that there aren't millions of needles piercing
Every inch of your heart
It's horrible to pretend that the world outside is happy
When emptiness takes over your chest

And the pain increases every minute
It's like lying to yourself, hiding the truth from your own conscience

It's like pretending that fire doesn't burn and ice can't freeze
Pretending that the blade doesn't cut and the rope can't hang
Pretending that life doesn't end

And that death will never come
Pretending that you're happy
When sadness is the only thing you've ever felt

It's terrible to lift your head and pretend that there isn't a huge weight on your shoulders

Looking forward and pretending to have left the past behind
Pretending that love has already been seen when all you had was hate and resentment

It is terrible to pretend to yourself that you are happy
To deceive your own shadow
To bewilder your own feelings
Lost in deep illusions

It is terrible to give away gold and silver and receive wrapped stones
To walk through the dark without even a candle
To walk a tightrope over a precipice

And to be in the same cage with a hungry tiger
It is terrible to dream that one day everything will change
Knowing that it will not change
It is terrible to think
It is terrible to write
It is terrible to live