4. Punk

So many ways to pay my due
Why do so bad to play like you
Oh darling, i'm out of fuel
To lock myself in this isolation

So many ways to play like you
Why do so bad to end this due
Oh darling, i'm out of tune
To fit myself in this urban fiction

I ain't feel it no more, I ain't touch it no more
I ain't crying no more, I'll make it all around

I ain't hangin' no more, I ain't love it no more
I ain't hate it no more, I'll make it all around
I ain't feel it no more, I ain't touch it no more
I ain't crying no more, I'll make it all around

Don't give a chance to enemy
Go back to your reality
People is hard to satisfy
But yeah, i have to give a try
Something changing' in my chemistry
It can't be traced in the history
O truth is hard to testify
But yeah, i have to give a try