meu paradoxo, meu devaneio

All I can ever be to you is a darkness that we knew and this regret I got accustomed to. Once it was so right when we were at our high, waiting for you in the hotel at night. I knew I hadn't met my match, but every moment we could snatch, I don't know why I got so attached. It's my responsibility, and You don't owe nothing to me, but to walk away I have no capacity. He walks away the sun goes down, he takes the day but I'm grown. And in your way, in this blue shade, my tears dry on their own.I don't understand why do I stress a man when there's so many bigger things at hand. We could have never had it all, we had to hit a wall so this is inevitable withdrawl. Even if I stopped wating you, a perspective pushes through, I'll be some next man's other woman soo.. Ah can I play myself again? Or should I just be my own best friend and not fuck myself in the head with stupid men. He walks away the sun goes down, he takes the day but I'm grown. And in your way, in this blue shade, my tears dry on their own. (Amy Winehouse)