Terminei de escrever aquela peça...
É bobeira da parte de um escritor achar que os outros serão tão tocados pela obra da mesma forma que você é quando escreve...
Mas se eu conseguir passar 1/5 do que estou sentindo agora, bom, é como a Rebs sempre diz, "se não quer comer feijões, não abra a lata" e algumas vezes quando nós escrevemos, abrimos latas demais... nesse momento, eu sinto medo que o mundo seja uma peça.

Dropkick Murphys - World Full Of Hate
A feeling inside
In the back of my head
Like a song I still know
From so long ago
And I wouldn't change a thing
Like a car driving by
Triggers something in my mind
Am I retreiving my direction?
Or just charging forward blind?

Am I everything that you wanted me to be?
Have I lost that conditional connection I couldn't see?
To the end
Like a friend
Stands by you again
And I wouldn't change a thing
Toe-to-toe
Friend or foe?
It's all that I know
And I wouldn't change a thing

As the years pass us by
Will I still make the grade?
Can I really offer anything
And will my soul be saved?
Can you cleanse me up?
Drive out the swine?
Am I only falling farther
Can you keep me safe from harm?

The memories you build
In the house on the hill
Would you really change a thing?
Corrected mistakes in a world full of hate
Never changes anything

Till the end
Like a friend
Stands by you again
Toe-to-toe
Friend or foe?
It's all that I know

Till the end
Like a friend
Stands by you again
And I wouldn't change a thing
Toe-to-toe
Friend or foe?
It's all that I know
And I wouldn't change a thing