Burning Herself
She was crazy (she was beautiful),
I guess she had to be.
I was angry (you were blind),
Because i could not see.
I saw only what her cigarettes had done to her skin.
I should have known the outside world
Would reveal what was within.
She was burning herself,
And her hair was filled with ashes.
She was burning herself,
And her life becomes a flame.
She was burning herself,
And the flame became her passion.
She was burning herself,
And her passion,
Her passion was her pain.
She was trusting (you could have saved her too),
All hope had passed for her.
I was lusting (and she gave to you),
That's all i asked for her.
The marks upon her body
And the marks upon her mind.
I could have erased them
If i'd only taken the time.
I never saw her do it,
I only saw the scars.
I never could imagine
What would make her go that far.
I wondered,
Was she driven by desperate need to feel,
To find out she was living,
To discover life was real.
Or was it that the pain
Slicing through her like a knife
Was easier to take
Than the emptiness of life?
Had a strange sense of drama
Caught her in a role,
Or was she trying to cauterize
The chancres on her sole?
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know...
Queimando a Si Mesma
Ela era louca (ela era linda),
Acho que tinha que ser assim.
Eu estava bravo (você estava cego),
Porque eu não conseguia ver.
Eu só via o que os cigarros fizeram em sua pele.
Deveria ter percebido que o mundo exterior
Revelaria o que estava dentro.
Ela estava queimando a si mesma,
E seu cabelo estava cheio de cinzas.
Ela estava queimando a si mesma,
E sua vida se tornava uma chama.
Ela estava queimando a si mesma,
E a chama se tornava sua paixão.
Ela estava queimando a si mesma,
E sua paixão,
Sua paixão era sua dor.
Ela estava confiando (você poderia tê-la salvado também),
Toda esperança já tinha passado para ela.
Eu estava desejando (e ela se entregou a você),
Era só isso que eu pedia a ela.
As marcas em seu corpo
E as marcas em sua mente.
Eu poderia tê-las apagado
Se eu tivesse apenas levado o tempo.
Nunca a vi fazer isso,
Só vi as cicatrizes.
Nunca consegui imaginar
O que a faria ir tão longe.
Eu me perguntei,
Ela era movida por uma necessidade desesperada de sentir,
Para descobrir que estava viva,
Para perceber que a vida era real.
Ou era que a dor
Cortando-a como uma faca
Era mais fácil de suportar
Do que o vazio da vida?
Um estranho senso de drama
A pegou em um papel,
Ou ela estava tentando cauterizar
As feridas em sua alma?
Eu não sei
Eu não sei
Eu não sei...