I stop and I think about
The life I could live without
Watching another,
follow the other
Blind faith, that's the way it is

These days how did it come
to this
Born in the eighties made me crazy

I was barely born but I have
learned to feel alive

I must be out of my mind
To act this way

I tell them
all of the time
That I'm okay

But when you see me next
One thing you can
expect
I guarantee that I'll be
Out of my mind.

I stop and I think
about
The life I could live without
Hearing soft lies
Said with kind
eyes

Blind faith that's the way it is
How did we ever come to this?
Born in
the eighties made us crazy

Consider the trouble of the double decade
kind.

Staring out the window only just to see
It's not enough for me, It's
not enough for me

All the faces only make me want to say
Make me want to
say
I think I've lost my way

-
Débora Anjos .