Act 3
Joao Tadeu Carvalho
I held her in my arms
She said she loved my touch
I told her she was pretty
And then I just woke up
I laid inside my room
Just staring at the ceiling
No thoughts inside my head
Just thought was that she's pretty
And now I'm all alone
There's nobody at home
I'm never gonna be
The same person I was
I can't look at myself
I can't look at myself
I can't just be myself
I can't