"Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life."

Preciso. Preciso de alguém que me tire daqui. Que me tire deste sufoco. Que me faça sorrir. Preciso de alguém que me leve para bem longe.

Preciso de ti. Preciso que repares que eu estou a precisar de ti.

/Lara/