The Worst is My Being Alone
"Aaron, have you ever had a burning in your chest
That made you just want to be free?"
It was a warm afternoon when she asked him this,
As they sat on the shore of the sea
Well, Aaron just tugged at his hair and he took
A very long time to reply
And by the time that he spoke, she'd forgotten she asked
And was lost in the clouds of the sky
He said, "Kelly, I don't think
I've ever wanted as much
To be free as I've longed to be known.
And of the things that I hate
As I look at my life,
The worst is my being alone."
The rest of his words he kept from her ears
Cause he thought she might not understand
And she didn't reply. She couldn't figure out how,
Cause the fire in her heart had been fanned
Oh, of all the things known that he could've spoken that day,
He chose one from deep down inside
Without intending her to, he caused her to confess
Her false confidence and how she had lied
She said, "Aaron, I don't think
I've ever wanted as much
To be free as I've longed to be known.
And of the things that I hate
As I look at my life,
The worst is my being alone."
And as they headed home, neither of them could speak a word
And they held their own spirits to blame
But at the pulse of the waves, they both turned around
Surely someone was calling their name
Someone was calling their name
O Pior é Estar Sozinho
"Aaron, você já sentiu uma queimação no peito
Que te fez querer ser livre?"
Era uma tarde quente quando ela perguntou isso,
Enquanto estavam sentados na beira do mar
Bem, Aaron apenas puxou o cabelo e levou
Um tempão pra responder
E quando finalmente falou, ela já tinha esquecido que perguntou
E estava perdida nas nuvens do céu
Ele disse: "Kelly, eu não acho
Que eu já quis tanto
Ser livre como eu anseio por ser conhecido.
E das coisas que eu odeio
Ao olhar pra minha vida,
O pior é estar sozinho."
O resto das palavras ele guardou pra si
Porque achou que ela não ia entender
E ela não respondeu. Não conseguia descobrir como,
Porque o fogo no coração dela tinha sido atiçado
Oh, de todas as coisas que ele poderia ter falado naquele dia,
Ele escolheu uma que vinha de dentro
Sem querer, ele a fez confessar
Sua falsa confiança e como ela tinha mentido
Ela disse: "Aaron, eu não acho
Que eu já quis tanto
Ser livre como eu anseio por ser conhecido.
E das coisas que eu odeio
Ao olhar pra minha vida,
O pior é estar sozinha."
E enquanto voltavam pra casa, nenhum dos dois conseguia dizer uma palavra
E eles se culparam por isso
Mas ao som das ondas, ambos se viraram
Com certeza alguém estava chamando seus nomes
Alguém estava chamando seus nomes"