Só pensando...

I was thinking:
Sometimes I do not know if I am happy
or if I am just used not to be
Maybe I am to intense
and it sometimes ruin my life
I expect too much
all the time
Sometimes you just need to be pratical
and leave your life as the rest of the world
It is hard for me
I have too many questions to be asked
and too many answer to be deciphered
Sometimes I just wish I could be normal
Maybe, I am normal
and most of the world are not
I just feel different
I feel that nobody understands me
I think about everything like a movie
with soundtrack and
with begining, middle and end.
Everything should be explained
before you die
but life is not like that
Sometimes,
you never will find out who really admire you
or somebody that loved you the entire life
or that day that you were sad
a friend suffered with you
Do you know what I mean?
That's why I always tell people the way I fell about them
Sometimes I a too hard on them
Maybe I should change
and be just like the rest of the world
happy and fake
I do not know
I am weird!