Falta de Chocolate

 E lá estava eu, curtindo aquelas típicas músicas de fim de namoro que eu tando gosto (hahahaha), de novo. Esse maldito ciclo está me deixando realmente preocupada (as músicas foram ao acaso). Por todos os fatores, TPM inclusa, eu senti aquela mosquinha maldita vindo falar merda no meu ouvido, de novo. Então eu me deparo com a típica música ‘não chore, vamos concertar isso’,

Breakaway

Grew up in a small town

And when the rain would fall down

I'd just stare out my window

Dreaming of what could be

And if I'd end up happy

I would pray

Trying hard to reach out

But when I tried to speak out

Felt like no one could hear me

Wanted to belong here

But something felt so wrong here

So I'd pray

I could breakaway

..I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly

..I'll do what it takes, till I touch the sky

..Make a wish, take a chance

..Make a change and breakaway

..Out of the darkness and into the sun

..But I won't forget all the ones that I love

..I'll take a risk take a chance

..Make a change and breakaway

Wanna feel the warm breeze

Sleep under a palm tree

Feel the rush of the ocean

Get onboard a fast train

Travel on a jetplane

Far away

And breakaway

……

Buildings with a hundred floors

Swinging with revolving doors

Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but

Gotta keep moving on, moving on

Fly away, breakaway

…..

Breakaway (2x) ♪

 E Lá fui eu procurar ela no Google, quando eu me deparo com uma versão meio, hãm, mais adequada para a situação.

“She was looking for a reason

Not to breakaway

But I don't think she can take it” ♪