Lies can't pretend......truth cannot lie...

Conforme adiantado há dois posts atrás, a musica será why does't  anybody like me ou algo que o valha, não me lembro da letra....vou ver e escutar para me inspirar , mas antes gostaria de desabafar um pouco, primeiro, PQP eu tinha me esquecido do medo de viver com medo de morrer, agora estou tendo aquela sensação inicial, a primeira, que desencadeou a primeira crise de pânico mais frequente, uma sensação de frio na barriga que faz com que o meu coração pare de bater por um segundo e volte, essa é a descrição mais próxima que eu consegui chegar....quando eu inspiro de vez em quando parece que acontece isso... enfim, e o meu time perdeu ontem, na semi final de um mundial de clubes, tudo bem, acontece com quem disputa competições importantes, não se pode fazer nada, menospresamos (z/s) o mazembe, mesmo que tenhamos estudado ele e dado a devida importancia, sempre achamos que venceríamos, isso é menosprezar, da mesma forma que o Barcelona menosprezou o Internacional em 2006. Aprendemos pelo menos. E aos que zombam do meu time por ter perdido para um time Africano, sinto muito por voces que talvez nunca tenham nem disputado um mundial de clubes da Fifa. Mas os africanos assim como qualquer time no futebol mundial não pode ser menosprezado, teve muito mérito na vitória. Humildade, mais humildade.
Okay, deixando o futebol de lado vamos voltar ao motivo do post.Vou pesquisar a música. Acho que esse não era o clima para esta musica..... com excessão da parte:

"Learning life is like a maze that never seems
to end Like an open book, blank pages lef
t for only him to write
Life is short this chapter takes so long
Can't tell the right from the wrong"

....é a idéia é essa..... mas a frase dessa musica é melhor

"Never heard a better word than trust
Yes it's in you know that it's true and right"

"Why Doesn't Anybody Like Me?"

Maybe you don't understand it, what keeps them awake at night
What goes through their little minds when you turn off the light?
Always having to say sorry tears are stained on the pillow
Like the light of the moon they can't be one
Can't exist without the son

Let's think clearly for a while
Can he shine without a smile?

Why am I alone with no one to be found?
Looks like they know what's best for me
Why doesn't anybody like me, I don't understand?
Guess I'll have to crawl inside and I don't know why
I'm sitting by myself, when the problem isn't mine

Been around the block a few times, been beat up by all his friends
Learning life is like a maze that never seems to end
Like an open book, blank pages left for only him to write
Life is short this chapter takes so long
Can't tell the right from the wrong

It's so hard for you to place
An expression on his face

Why am I alone with no one to be found?
Looks like they know what's best for me
Why doesn't anybody like me, I don't understand?
Guess I'll have to crawl inside and I don't know why
I'm sitting by myself, when the problem isn't mine

Why doesn't anybody like me, I don't understand
Why my friends and family left me
At six years old he won't be taught a meaning to this mess
He'll just have to take a guess, and make his own plan
And we'll never see the child that was forced to be a man

"Why doesn't anybody like me, I don't understand?

Guess I'll have to crawl inside and I don't know why

I'm sitting by myself, when the problem isn't mine".